There are times in my life when I have …had ….get … a choice. Choice is everything – right or wrong, here or there, this or that ….. life or death.
I’ve had choices. But it’s absence of choice that has come to define me.
I did not choose this life.
This life of wanting, hating, starving, regretting. This I did not choose.
This life of beautiful, cooing daughters and laughing, warming sons. This i did not choose.
yet here i am. So many smiles stolen, so many smiles blessed upon – and of all I feel powerless. As if possessed, the roads just lead themselves. This disordered mind found it’s own order and paved a volatile future for I and all those who shall fall within my reach. And I feel bitter yet thankful ….. angry yet grateful ….
all without a choice.
A word to the wise? fight for your choices, yet fight not the fateful needs.
Choose with fervor. for when you are without a choice? you will come undone.