Getting older is almost synonymous to making decisions. Decisions that are almost always in the gray, almost always difficult and almost always leaving a significant bitter after-taste. You can be poetic and call them choices, and go into a soliloquy about the choice between choosing and not choosing. Somehow even that seems like a thing of the slightly simpler past, when the monologue gave some solace, and when it was mostly about deciding pink or purple, gems or Hajmola, engineering or sciences, crush or forgettable. Admittedly those seemed challenging at the time and this may seem trivial later - the enormity of a tragedy is a function of the speed of the passage of time, and the present does not allow time to hop days, weeks and years at will.
However, despite the complexity of today, I remember something very valuable learnt in the simpler past. That everything is as simple as you please. Even the present.
Now, only to figure out what I please.
However, despite the complexity of today, I remember something very valuable learnt in the simpler past. That everything is as simple as you please. Even the present.
Now, only to figure out what I please.
3 comments:
"almost always difficult and almost always leaving a significant bitter after-taste" ......says something about your decisions :) simple or not so simple to some there is poetry in tragedy and they are wont to make certain type of choices over others. those where time is an infinite loop where the outcome of choices haunts them at every junction of the labyrinth.
things are as simple as you please but perhaps they could have been simpler. but then this is not what you please, is it ;) ?
Considering simple in all the matters does not worth but its quite acceptable..
Cause and causality. The question is not the choice. You have already made the choice....
~Matrix
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