To make a decision is like a science experiment bubbling over on a hot bunsen burner, a flask of brew that can make an experiment fail or the task a success, the deciding moment is yours, or as simple as keeping warm to gather pinon wood. I stoop down with an arm load to gather more in that moment of choosing to take another piece.
I lose some of the wood off my arms, dropping on my knees, and then from some chaotic moment I lose balance and the whole pile is slipping from its unique extreme balancing act with one hand.
Decision to do so creates an unexpected, incomprehensible, thought provoking, mumbo jumbo of WTF’s.
Yet with everything I have to do now, I’m regretting the task of balancing wood with one arm. I will do my best.
I have the choice to be angry or the choice to be happy; that is the only thing I am in charge of for the moment, the only decision I can make.
I crouch down once again making a puzzle to prevent them as they fall. Then I sit a dry flat piece down in the middle of them all. I stand up from my crouch position with another pile high above my head. I’m a clever man, maybe one will drop from the walk to the house, my bicep aches with the load. Across the corral with my armful, my decision was a good one; to stack them, tuck them in a better load.
Grandma made a decision with Grandpa, that’s why I’m here..
I’ve made decisions that were great on a temporary feeling.
I have also made horrible decisions on well thought out moments.
We make decisions, a lot of them every day.
I get curious about decisions. Some people play out a decision made by another that has no clue of the outcome or even the consequences.
Decisions are vast and I misspell it many times.
We can corner our future in a quick one, and later notice that we should have gone right when we went left.
Presidents are defined by decision, money, food, what to wear. Many people have that choice, many don’t. To make a decision for your future? Kinda crazy since you define who you are daily and not in the past.
I think it’s better to not make a choice or a misspelled decision, but rather make or prepare for an outcome, shoot for the best and expect that the devil will fuck it up. The devil may be you; although not making a choice is also a decision.
Prepare for a good one, hope that it will plant a seed that can be carried to the house and bring warmth to the house and the whole family.
Remember you are only as beautiful as your last misspelled—>decission.
One of my favorite’s
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.