It is all a matter of choice, now isn’t it?

Do I? Don’t I?

Should I? Shouldn’t I?

Choice. Good ones, bad ones….choice rules our world.

Pleasure or pain. Learned behavior. So why do we make those choices that we know, we just know will result in pain? Or frustration?

Is it always ‘no pain, no gain’?

I ponder choice all the time. Looking at decisions that I have made in the past, comparing them to decisions that I have in front of me now. Looking at the results. Both the good and the bad. And really appreciating where my life has lead me.

I know that I write about this a great deal. I seem to have the benefit of being able to look back a great number of years. That sounds simple, and trite, but it is true at my age. My great 60 years on this spinning orb.

I have had the advantage of being a bratty adolescent. A self-possessed teenager who had their head up their own arse for the entire time. A twenty-something who never quite got past being sophomoric.

It all adds to that point where I can sit with a tumbler of bourbon, a fine cigar and ponder things.

It is at this point in life where my decisions, though important, are not the end all and be all of my life.

They are just threads in the tapestry.