Sometimes, we all have to choose.
Somewhere, at the dawn of life, the realization that the world, unlike human abilities, may be limitless, strikes. And after all those way too well-known stages (shock-denial-anger-bargaining-depression) comes acceptance. And with it - the necessity of choices. And every choice has consequences.
No one else but I am responsible for my life. Because it’s me who makes all those choices (not making them or allowing others to do so is a choice, too).Thus, it’s me and me alone who has to deal with all the consequences that arise.
Some of those are far from pleasant. That sometimes makes me think that there might not be any need for hell as we can handle torturing ourselves just fine. Guilt, missed opportunities, harsh words... all that is deadlier than the ice of Cocytus and the flaming tombs or being stretched upon the burning sand.
It’s easy to succumb to all those tortures and let your life flow. Letting others and the life itself decide is simple, but it leads nowhere. Nowhere you might want to be, at least. After all, all those choices shape the personality. Every choice is not only the choice of the path to follow, it is also the choice of the traits to nurture. All of them are like cutting a diamond out of dirty stone.
And there is never too late to make some changes.
You cannot unmake the previous choices but you can make the new ones.
After all, it’s you who decides.
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