Before going to sleep, I re-read what I wrote last night and damn, I am so screwed. I promised to write all things possible in here, especially the good ones. So here I am in my room with my lights off, squeezing my brains out to produce an article worth reading. But who cares, this is for me. And I don't owe anybody anything. This is my turf, my space and my writing therapy.
Well, nothing extra-ordinary today, except for a write-up at some office bulletin from a colleague that said, "doing ordinary things extraordinary well". I also don't know if this line has some parallelism to this entire context but I said it anyway. Besides, I write what I want. So you read and understand how you want this to be interpreted.
In life, you do things the way you want things executed. Some may not like your lifestyle but it's you who chooses it for yourself. It's just a matter of choice. You may go out in boots one day because you feel like it or dress up a ninja master the next day. People may find you weird or a fuckin' lunatic but who cares. At the end of the day, it is you who will answer to yourself whether you had fun or whether you bored yourself to death.
I guess my point is, we all make our decisions. Of course, you consider your family's say about things. Your friends may help guide you to the right direction. Your significant other might also be a factor. But sticking to a decision is something that you do yourself. Whether you choose to grieve or be happy, ecstatic or just plain boring, it will always be you. Yourself, Your ass on the line.
The choices do not choose you. You choose the choices. You call the shots.
You stand by them.
You may make wrong choices but you learn from them. You outgrow the stupid phase. You overcome the blues. You become stronger.
It may not always be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow every after life experience. But you sure get a consolation in taking that path yourself. It may even be worth more than that.
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