It never fails that a sequence of annoying human events me inspires to reunite with my inner muse and virtual pen. I'd like to think that recurring irritation is a characteristic of genius, but in reality, it is but a reminder of the choice in choices we make.
Whether an act of passive or active mental motion, we make choices about everything. At the risk of being hyper-cosmic, I'll submit that the thinking of a thing is enough to set it in motion. "Why am I friends with them?" or "Why do I work here?" will start the slow walk to surfacing the real reason for asking.
I watch people make choices every day. I've grown to put more distance between my opinion or feelings about those choices, but there are a few that linger and weigh. What I've learned about myself is that finding the will to detach myself from a person's choices happens only when I've let go of the person a little, or a lot.
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