Choosing
It's a choice, she says.
It's a deliberate opting for this
and not that.
Let me be specific and name the choices:
On one side: joy, life, curiosity.
On the other side is the easier,
more familiar, option:
the complaining dullard repulsed
by anything new.
Choices, choices.
Which will serve best?
Someone wrote:
Life is an adventure, not a catastrophe
(actually, I think they said "predicament", not catastrophe).
Can you try to remember that, please?
Tattoo it on your forehead, perhaps?
And remember also that change is the only constant.
Who you once were is not who you are.
You were formed by past experiences
(oh woe is me, alas, alack)
but
you are not still that person.
Choose well.
Greet the day with the explosion of happiness
that it deserves.
