You always, always, always have a choice
There is this exercise in a book I’m reading (Your Life as Story
I go in blindly and begin to write all at once without thinking, as that’s how I tend to do most things when I don’t have any idea where to start.
This is what comes out:
Dear Dearies,
I’m assuming that you know all of this because your grandparents and your parents do, but I want to set a few things down in writing so you know what I think
I’m 35 now – not so old, in your mind certainly, because you no doubt see me as a knobby old lady and it’s always hard to imagine old people as young people. But let me tell you something because I think it could save you years of struggling:
There are a lot of ways to live. And you get to choose your way.
You can choose to live as though nothing is a tragedy – or as though everything is.
As through the minutiae of life are earth-shattering dramas – or as though they aren’t at all.
As though there isn’t enough – or as though there always is.
As though you are loved by everyone – or as though you are loved by no one.
You get to choose – and nothing could be more simple than making these simple choices, each of us on our own. But the complicating factor is this: people don’t want to be lonely in their choices, so they will do all kinds of manipulating (whether they realize it or not) so that you will see the world their way and so that you will live their kind of a life.
They will try to tell you that you don’t have choices, but you do. You always do.
You always have a choice in the way that you choose to see things, perceive things, and live your daily moment-to-moment life on this earth.
You can live in a teeny tiny house and have no debt just for the independence and freedom of it all. You can choose to focus on relationships over consumption. You can choose to let other people’s attempt to control you roll right off of you. If you choose this way, you’ll find a kind of freedom is astounding.
But, again, the choice is yours.
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