“Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.”- Snoopy

Thursday, March 24, 2011

My Choices

We are the decisions that we make.

They define the person that we are and are the steps that we need to take in order to be the person that we want to be. From striking a match to light your cigarette to the decision to put it out prematurely, these are the words that you pick out of the thesaurus to form a sentence. Because even if you lack a word bank that were so conveniently provided on a foreign language test, you're going to have to fill in the blanks. Even the choice of not making the call is a decision-- one that chooses indecision.

Some judgment calls are meant to lead to a dead end while others can lead you down a path you never thought you'd walk down. We're still running along though... until you reach the next perhaps, ready or not. The people in your life are often checkpoints can change the direction you're going, but the truth is that they come and go. Fight for the ones worth staying, but when you fall asleep, you're the only one dreaming your dreams.

(Bing, bing, bing... time extension... I'm reminded of "Outrunners" in Arcades where you choose your path to go around the world. Sadly, I never got past the third stage)