Choices

We all make them; at the end of the day, not choosing to make a decision is a choice.

We all experience different things, during different periods in our lives.
Some experiences thrill us, some leave us in a state of disbelief and others leaves us enraged, distorted and discouraged.

We all at some point envisioned the perfect self, the perfect me, the perfect experience and even the perfect lives.

But what defines perfection after all. The choices we choose to make or the choices we choose not to make; which still inevitably gives us an outcome a product of choice.

I have come to the conclusion that the choices we make doesn't necessarily define who we are or who we want to be; it merely ushers in a new dawn, a new experience, a new choice.

The choice that really matters at the end of each day, is the choices that we choose to make and the hope that bad ones gives us the opportunity to appreciate the good ones we do experience.
The product of a outcome we choice, so that it is above all, enjoyed, for that which it is and not what we choice or envisioned it to be.

Here is to living each day, filled with choices that ushers us into the new day which creates the strands of our lives.

Words to Live By!

“Ordinary life does not interest me.

I seek only the high moments.

I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.

But I am not always in what I call a state of grace.

I have days of illuminations and fevers.

I have days when the music in my head stops.

Then I mend socks, prune trees, can fruits, polish furniture.

But while I am doing this I feel I am not living.”

― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934