What Is This Thing Called Life?
I just wrote a short post about choices, because I've been thinking about major choices that I make every day of my life. I think it's a reasonably good piece, but a little too preachy for this blog. If you'd like to go and read it. It's at my new tumblr page at http://oddstilllife.tumblr.com
Don't judge me too harshly. It's just my opinion. I don't make you live by it.
But I believe it is true that life is made up of choices. Sometimes you make choices that change your life in ways that you never imagined. Sometimes you regret those choices and those changes, but you live with them, even though most every day it feels like Fate has shoved a long, dark skewer through your soul.
Why? Because sometimes that skewer is all that is holding you up.
Yes, and even if you were born into your situation, by the time you turn eighteen you make a conscious decision every second. We usually choose the lesser of two evils, or the thing that will bring us the least pain. Choosing between the rock and the hard place is a terrible ordeal, but there are usually many rocks and many more or less hard places to choose from, one of them is usually, very glaringly, obviously the worst choice by which all other choices pale in comparison.
Sometimes -- oftentimes -- we make the wrong choice. When we do that, the choice is to live with what we've done or turn away and make another, often much harder choice.
So, what is this thing called Life?
A series of choices that we each make every second of every day, or a really great magazine.
Seriously, if you're not reading the Life archives on Google you should be.
(The sound you just heard was me stepping down from the podium and returning you to your regularly scheduled blog.)
