Turn Left, Turn Right.

Life is made up of big and little choices.

I dun fret over what to wear, what to eat, wat to do or where to go on a daily basis. I am a fuss-free person, very spontaneous and rather accomodating. Simple things satisfy me and you can make my day with an act of kindness, appreciation or love. Little choices are sort of 'idiot-proof', they are not going to make or break you. It's the major ones that I contemplate.

They alter Life's course, mould your future decisions and stuck with you for a period of time. One bad move and you are fucked, sometimes for life. I might be decisive but in actual fact, I hate making choices. The responsibility of being accountable to myself, the fear of a bad decision, the guilt of living with it for the rest of my life, where there is no scapegoat and 'if only I knew'...is immense. You choose it, you face it and you bear with it. Either you beam with delight/heave with relief when you hit the right nail, or you endorse the full consequence in silence when you miscue. The first time is always tough, second time makes a wiser 'you''. But it only means you have failed before and experienced the pain/anguish of a bad call. Trust me, in some instances, we would all rather do it first time, everytime. 2nd time does not necessary means 2nd chance.

In the days/months/years of daily randomness, come a time when you stand at a crossroad, wondering to turn left or right. 'Left or right? Left or right?' you pondered...maybe toss a coin, utter a silent prayer, then walk on. We can never be too sure, however much we weigh our options. And it's winning that half chance of making that correct judgement, all the more sweeter to savour.

Irregardless the outcome, we go on anyway. The next one is on its way and hopefully, I live to fight another day.