Choices of life
If I really wanted I could walk out of here right now and make my way to anywhere on this planet – or I could go to bed and sleep. I can go to work or choose to play. I can move to a house in Rio.
I can walk out of this life and choose another – if I really wanted.
Yet for the most part we settle into the routine and follow the same habits. Our religious beliefs are fashioned by where we are born as are our political views. Ours lives are dictated by wealth, geography and education. It flows over us and we are caught in the currents.
Yet I am haunted by the deaths of friends and relatives and the accidents we have been in. If my Dad had not accepted that first cigarette he would not have died at the age of fifty eight from lung cancer. If I had been a minute later or sooner; if I had stopped to tie a shoelace, I would not have had a speeding car career into me.
The result of our choices are beyond all understanding. If I had stopped to tie that lace I might have been killed instead of surviving.
There is no way of telling what the consequences could be.
We live a life of choices and it is arbitrary.
Choices of life
Life is a series of choices –
Some are made for us,
Some are habit
And some necessity,
But all are open to us if we want.
Life is all possibility
But we narrow it down
For one reason
Or another
Because we feel we have to.
Life is a habit
That is only broken
When the extraordinary
Happens
And we are thrown.
In the midst of life
Comes death.
Always strangely unexpected,
Always unexpected
And all the habits are blown away.
Life is a series of choices
That are all a mystery,
That we can never pierce,
Or work out
Which is for the best.
Life presents the impossible
Choices to decide
Without revealing
A single clue
For the outcome of the results.
Life is the enigma –
One more minute in bed
And all the
Million possibilities
Slot together differently.
But without much thought
We make the choices
In the darkness
Of blind chance
And that is the life we make.
Opher 14.9.2015
