Living, in its entirety, is just a string of decision making. To live is to make hundreds upon hundreds of choices, and then to fulfil the acts entailed in making each of those choices. One's life is, ultimately, the product of deciding to act upon, or not act upon, every idea that the mind formulates. You decide whether or not to wake up, to walk or catch a bus, to love or hate. Even the simplest of decisions can effect one's life in a way barely forseeable at the time of its conception, and those seemingly inferior paths have, fundementally, made you that which you are today. Without those tiny decisions, those poorly or wisely made choices, you could be the very thing you aspire to be now, or that which you hope never to become.
Many of us wish that we could relive the past - to turn back time and take an adjacent path to that which led us to the marsh in which we have found ourselves drowning. Even I cannot deny having regretted choosing this or that, here or there, yes or no, but if we could go back and tick a different box in the 'multiple choice' section of our lives, would we be who we are today? And would we ever become who we pray to be tomorrow?
Over and out.
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