If were to choose the way we go, do we decide on a whim or a calculated thought?
Do we think in rays of colours and decisions weighed upon indecisions of the past? Do we lay out a plan with direction, not leave anything to chance?
I think I prefer to say ‘ Come what may,’ and handle the onslaught of the future when I am hurdling forward on the the road of life; having planned some things, I’d like to leave a bit to chance.
To swallow my doubts, and insecurities. To ride on the edge provided that I have a safety net. Or slip over the ledge and fly in the bluest sky, you’ve ever seen.
I think that there is risk in life and you can decide all you like but if you don’t put your feet in the ocean and stand your ground as the waves crash in, you’re missing something, a piece of mystery.
It’s important to think, to weigh the scales that we must, to concretely choose to make a move, or to let the world turn around another day without interference.
We can’t control everything, we can ask all the questions and have all the answers, but if you don’t swim in the waves and look into the whirlpool, you lose; there is a special knowledge revealed there.
So squirm in delight in the first sunlight. And decide what you must when you must choose. But leave room for whimsy and a touch of moonlight.