Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts

08 April 2010

I have succeeded

18 February 2010

Lesson of the day

Make your choice

Sometimes you wait for destiny's touch
to help pick your choices, decisions and such
change all your maybe's into yes's or no's
direct your own path that you should have chose

But waiting allows your goals to be tweaked
by weakened decisions preferred by the meek
your roads will be handpicked by unknown fate
and then comes regret, and by then it's too late

Your decisions and choices are easy to make
but your excuses are many, and reasons all fake
step up and stand tall, announce your decision
don't ever look back with mirrored revision.


We are victims of choice, but we have a choice. You can choose to make whatever you want happen or you can choose to at least make an effort to make it happen. Choose to make it a good day. Either way; choose, believe, try.

The winds of change are controlled by you.

13 February 2010

Let's fly

Opportunities. Choices. Potential mistakes?

All so often I stumble over opportunities not knowing what to do with them. Turn my head and walk away or stop to take a closer look?

Sometimes the opportunities are staring me right in the eye but I'm too blind to see them. It's frightful to look outside the little safe, familiar box which mostly includes the opportunities I've chosen to bring along. Of course there are always those that decided to tag along even thou I didn't want them there, but I've grown accustomed to them. It's actually fascinating how flexible and transmorphic human beings are; how we can transform our outer- or inner self just to fit in. Whether it's a specific situation or, sometimes, fitting into the life we've put together for ourselves, we all act like shapeshifters. No matter how many right choices we take or potential mistakes we avoid, we will no matter what end up feeling out of place at one point.


Having all these choices to make sometimes feels like carrying a huge load of cement in my pockets. And even if I keep emptying my pockets rather frequently, they still keep getting fuller and heavier. Might this be the side effect of getting older or being betwixt and between? Either way, it's frightening. A choice I make could shake the very ground I stand on; change my inner beliefs; change who I am; change the path of my future. The most intimidating part is that this could all happen without me knowing.

The major opportunities and following choices are naturally enough the most mind dwelling. Should I take this job? What if I move? Might he be the one for me? These kinds of questions give me the chills, and I know the reason. What if I make a mistake? Then again, how will I ever know...




What do you say to taking chances? What do you say to jumping of the edge? Never knowing if there's solid ground below, a hand to hold or hell to pay.

Jump!