With the amazing number of the adaptations that my life imposed to me, the test of the choices is without question one of cruelest. It is necessary all to choose. Strong or velvety coffee? Fried or mashed potatoes? Paris or Rome? Skimmed milk or 3,25%? Alley or port-hole? Coke or Pepsi? Dior or Levis? Halogen or incandescent? Long or short hair? Comedy or drama? Small, average or large? Arial or Times New Roman? Ford or BMW? Biological or transgenic? To be confined or fall through? Harper or Hendrix? Bell Mobility or Rogers? Windows or Macintosh? Does walls color be “pulp of file”, “star light” “wind of change” or “clouds of Nairobi”?
To choose, it is also and especially to know to exclude. It is what can make our choices so painful. It is that the choices condemn us too. They create a filiation between us and the object of our preferences; a kind of close connection and close friend which authorizes only few returns back.
Undoubtedly it is there, happiness: to support our choices, to know to accept and not to regret what would have been the life if other alternatives had been privileged. To know to assume. To commit oneself. That it is in love or friendship, the precariousness of our alliances too easily results from our slope to desert our choices passed, in the same way that one changes the color of its walls to the first jump of mood, convinced that to throw all will bring plenitude and satiety.
Raised in the abundance of the multiple choices, youngest appear me to fear major engagement. What good is it to invest itself when new roads set up with all the turnings? It is so convenient to walk on a new road by repudiating that one which carried out us until there.
OverTheWindow: With the amazing number of the adaptations that my life imposed to me, the test of the choices is without question one of cruelest. It is necessary all to choose. Strong or velvety coffee? Fried or mashed potatoes? Paris or Rome? Skimmed milk or 3,25%? Alley or port-hole? Coke or Pepsi? Dior or Levis? Halogen or incandescent? Long or short hair? Comedy or drama? Small, average or large? Arial or Times New Roman? Ford or BMW? Biological or transgenic? To be confined or fall through? Harper or Hendrix? Bell Mobility or Rogers? Windows or Macintosh? Does walls color be “pulp of file”, “star light” “wind of change” or “clouds of Nairobi”?
To choose, it is also and especially to know to exclude. It is what can make our choices so painful. It is that the choices condemn us too. They create a filiation between us and the object of our preferences; a kind of close connection and close friend which authorizes only few returns back.
Undoubtedly it is there, happiness: to support our choices, to know to accept and not to regret what would have been the life if other alternatives had been privileged. To know to assume. To commit oneself. That it is in love or friendship, the precariousness of our alliances too easily results from our slope to desert our choices passed, in the same way that one changes the color of its walls to the first jump of mood, convinced that to throw all will bring plenitude and satiety.
Raised in the abundance of the multiple choices, youngest appear me to fear major engagement. What good is it to invest itself when new roads set up with all the turnings? It is so convenient to walk on a new road by repudiating that one which carried out us until there.
What about the way you make your choices in life?
TO much for me I just live life day by day it's to damn short for all this live your life and be happy........
rwantin: For far too long, I've been afflicted by Paralysis by Analysis.
It's okay to make mistakes.
The biggest mistake of all can be not arriving at a decision.
That's sooooooooo true...when we choose to make no decision...we are really making a decision not to choose which leads to a stalemate and is not condusive to moving ahead...BUT to spinning our wheels in the same place out of fear of the unknown....
beef chicken ---either or both with chilli/ pepper or not- or all combined and either or taste or eat
-- change is life - and having the freedom to embrace change with the challenges and to contribute a difference is satisfaction ,mmmh maybe even happiness
Someone's happiness is someone else's sorrow; someone's gain is someone else's loss; for something to be created something else has to be destroyed to make room for it, somehow; life is a continuum, ironically, like it or not, learn to ride the waves, count your blessings, and know that if today is glorious tomorrow may bring lessons in humility; face it all with courage and defiance, and let no one take you down.
constanza: Someone's happiness is someone else's sorrow; someone's gain is someone else's loss; for something to be created something else has to be destroyed to make room for it, somehow; life is a continuum, ironically, like it or not, learn to ride the waves, count your blessings, and know that if today is glorious tomorrow may bring lessons in humility; face it all with courage and defiance, and let no one take you down.
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To choose, it is also and especially to know to exclude. It is what can make our choices so painful. It is that the choices condemn us too. They create a filiation between us and the object of our preferences; a kind of close connection and close friend which authorizes only few returns back.
Undoubtedly it is there, happiness: to support our choices, to know to accept and not to regret what would have been the life if other alternatives had been privileged.
To know to assume. To commit oneself. That it is in love or friendship, the precariousness of our alliances too easily results from our slope to desert our choices passed, in the same way that one changes the color of its walls to the first jump of mood, convinced that to throw all will bring plenitude and satiety.
Raised in the abundance of the multiple choices, youngest appear me to fear major engagement. What good is it to invest itself when new roads set up with all the turnings? It is so convenient to walk on a new road by repudiating that one which carried out us until there.
What about the way you make your choices in life?