Choices and Risk
Every day we make choices, most days the choices we make are mondane and just not large enough to effect every part of our everyday life.
The last few days have been pretty confusing for me. Move on, go back, advance token to boardwalk, live, or let go.
You get the idea.
On Thursdays I try to go hang out with my father. We are very close. Today I presented him with a dilema I have been having and I was actually surprised at his thoughts. It’s actually funny when you think of how simple some choices are yet we cloud our mind with posibilities and what we want to think.
His responses compared two other situations that are completely done and closed to this one. I realized during his questioning that I was just an idiot for even entertaining a half hearted atempt at making me feel something for a past love. I realized that the whole reason I left in the first place was because I was betrayed by the very person I loved. Simple question, why would I even question going back to that? I wouldn’t, no one would.
So I made a choice and that choice came with a little risk. Risk of getting angry, risk of feeling worse, risk of closing a door I might not have been ready to close.
When I acted on this choice, it was followed by somewhat unforeseen accusations although true colors flew and I was sure I made the correct decision.
Risks are a part of life. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to close the door and knew I would not know if I would be ok with the closed door until I took the chance and actually closed it. Luckily for me when the true colors came gunning for me, I knew it was the right choice and all the confusion from the past few days cleared up and I could see straight again.
Choices are risk. Risk is a part of love. Love is a choice.
It’s a vicious circle really.
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