Choices

Choices. We all make them. We all have to, otherwise we’d all live in a place that was neither here nor there; limbo. We’d be dispassionate, uninteresting, and bland in a world that wasn’t meant to be gray. It wasn’t meant to be gray.

Most dilemmas are black and white. There’s a tit and a tat, a right and wrong, some line that is either crossed or not. What is wrong with going this way or that? Nothing. Your choices are just that, choices. Realizing of course that with those come consequences, some more serious than others, but a wise person would look at all of these consequences and determine which of these beds they would wish to lie in. Sometimes, folks, others around you don’t want to come along for that ride. And that is ok. After all, it was your choice. Your thrilling ride may not be so much fun for others. What’s wrong with that?

My point? I don’t know if I have all of the words and time to make it. I just wanted to say, it’s ok if we don’t come along for that bumpy ride.