Who’s deciding?

Every morning we wake up, get out of bed, get ready to start the day. We make decisions every waking second of our lives. What to wear, how to do our hair / make up, what to have for breakfast, or not, where to go, whom to speak to, how to act.

By doing this we appear to have control. We show this by not letting our guard down, or even by laying our cards all out on the table for the world to see… These are the decisions we appear to make.

Let’s just take a second to think, what if the decision we think we are making, the ones we appear to have control over, are actually more out of our control, than in? What if we’re all behaving and deciding things on an bigger force than we could imagine? What if we are merely playing out things that have already been decided for us? The saying what’s meant to be, will be rings true here. Destiny takes over. Does that mean we should just sit at home and wait for things to happen? Of course not! How boring would that be?

So then let’s say we all became slobs, and  sat around all day, is that what our destiny was meant to be?

A sense of achievement, and of appreciation disappear, because we havn’t really worked for anything. We having nothing to show for time spent, is that the type of life we want to lead? To teach our children to lead? I’d hope not.

My only hope is, do what makes you happy. If something doesn’t work for you, adjust it, change it.

A wise voice once said, “only an idiot would keep doing the same thing again and again, and expect a different result.”



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