Tuesday, December 8, 2009

the chosen one

Dear choices,

I'm never sure about how to feel whenever I'm forced to make a decision upon you.

I know people like to know their options and their choices so that they can make a calculated decision, one that would remain pragmatic.

I suppose the problem here is that I'm not a pragmatic person. I can never figure out how anyone can predict the course of a decision enough to know what their options really are. So, how does one make calculations based on assumptions on a future that hasn't happened? Beats me, beating around the bush like a george.

I don't want choices, for I have chosen the world. So dear choices, maybe you were a past life mistake reducing my world.

Love,
The Psychobabbler

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