Did I have a choice, I wonder today.
A rock and a hard place… Did I want a choice?
Am I happy I didn’t have a to choose?
It is so much easier to blame Destiny or God or whoever/whatever it is that you turn to.
Blame is the wrong word, I think.
It is a weight off your shoulder to have the responsibility of the choice taken away from you.
After all, who knows how much harder a rock could have been and how much rockier the hard place could be.
Is the hardness always lesser on the other side of the choice?
Smile at night
-meant to be…
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