I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed.
Society tells us a specific life path: get a job, a spouse, children, and die. What if I desire something different?
What if I want to be a painter, an author, a florist, a doctor, a teacher, and a mother all at once? I aspire to experience a multitude of things and live life to the fullest.
But as the sun rises and days pass, it’s not possible. It’s hopelessly and inevitably absurd. Being a mother meant not having a job. Being a doctor meant not being a teacher.
You can only choose one. You can only take one path. The hardest thing is that most people can’t. The scariest thing is that if you choose the wrong one, you will regret every ounce of it forever.
“ I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest”
I’m overwhelmed by life’s choices — so many possibilities yet, so little time. It’s the fear of regret. It’s the fear that maybe I never will be.
While I’m still figuring out what to take, I lose opportunities and waste time. Time is ticking. We all need to choose one day, and when that happens, I pray that your heart will be beaming with pride and joy.
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
