Life & Choices

Not a poem.

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What decisions do we have to make when it is time for us to make them? Whispers of fate left us so cold as we stumble upon the long, twisted story of life, wondering which step to take, wondering which hour of need should we choose to seek for help we might not be able to find. Will we slip on a wet stone as we cross that raging river that obstacles us? Will we plunge into the river rapids, enjoying rebellious freedom that has splattered amongst our feet, so bold as to lure us into snatching for it. Freedom.

Yes. Life is a dwelling choice, living upon your breathe like a deity, conscious of the choices you make, as you choose to face consequences you'd wish you never had to. Look, there he goes, another one, he's left the road to the wide prairie that lies invisible to our eyes until we close them with silent goodbyes. Will we see him again? Each time you blink, what message will pass through your head? Each time you blink, do you smell freedom or pressure; right or wrong?

We were given tears to speak up words our hearts can't seem to say. But were we given words to shatter hearts that failed to please us? Were we given words to bring up tears that shed so worthless; from our worthless words? Can we see that seeing is not believing, it's our ears that play the part?

If life was a puzzle, where are the missing pieces?
At a sorry state, will you replenish your memory with regrets, just to make things worse? Would you live your day away, staring out that window with a broken frame, with a photo of long lost happiness in your hands?
Who can define life so clearly? A word in the dictionary can mean so much more but to the eyes of the reader, mean so little.

We do not have 9 of what we rely on to make choices we might regret in the future. We do not have a second chance to turn things around, the way it should have been. We aren't allowed U-Turns in reality. Choices can be fixed, but not taken back. Will you expect to make the right decisions when it is time to make them?

Life engulfs us everywhere we go, but it is only death we remember. Momma's just died, daddy, what can I do?
Live, my dear child, live.

What is there to choose, when you don't know where to go on the highway you're driving through?
What is there to love, when you don't appreciate those beside you?
What is there to fear when death is the end?