“Life is what you make it of it” ~ The Stereophonics
Or, as defined by my dictionary
Life (n): the state or quality that identifies living beings
I wrote about life back when I started blogging but things have been swirling in my head recently and this seemed like the time to capture them.
Everyone has choices in life; what subjects to study, what university to go to, if at all, where to live, who to date., do I really want that job, can I afford it, and und so weiter. These are all fairly usual life choices, sometimes made at points when you haven’t really got a scooby what you want from or in life but the decision is there to be made nonetheless.
Of course, for some, those are the choices of the luxurious. For some, their scope of scope of choice is so limited as to barely to seem like a choice at all; open your eyes or not, move before being beaten or move and be beaten anyway, walk 8 miles to get water or die of dehydration. These are the extremes of the scale but realities of life too, just as much as the agony of indecision over too much choice is a reality for others.
And many of us do have so much to choose from. Who hasn’t panic ordered a familiar item in a restaurant when faced with a large menu and a hovering waitress, just because there was so much choice? There are often people asking others on Twitter for their input into a decision as life can sometimes feel so bewildering, from the choice of what to cook for dinner, where to go on holiday, who to vote for. The choices, and the speculation over making them, goes far and wide.
And of course it’s as easy to ponder the choices of others and envy them, as it is to be bewildered as to why they ever thought that doing what they did was the right idea. We can never really know what goes in someone else’s life, the realities of the situation in their own mind. What seems a perfect life from the outside may be a mere façade, presented to the outside world to hide a lifetime of regret and heartache. What we think life expects of us, what we base our choices on, can have as much bearing on the way our lives go as the actual choices themselves.
But if your life has gone somewhere that you now realise you didn’t want, if you want things to change, or even if you are perfectly happy but want to do more or do things differently, then those choices are out there. Other people have huge influence over our lives but the only person who’s life it is, the only person who is going to live it, is you. Your life choice.
For, as a friend said to me recently, “Some things, if we are unhappy about them, we can only do so much about – head, face, feet size, height etc. Almost everything else – your job.”
So what are your life choices? What do you want to make your life? Interested in your thoughts, as always, on a comment box-shaped postcard.