“For life is about the choices we make. For life is about the journey and not the destination”.
Philosophy that an ignorant like me cannot fathom. But the gist is simple enough. When the going gets tough we all enlighten ourselves with such little titbits to make the heart happy. We appreciate ourselves for what we are and keep going. We look for adventure, we look for love, we look for riches. But very few find what they are looking for. Sometimes we look for one thing and discover something brand new; life changing even. So many choices, so little time. Right? The cynic in me wants to say ultimately we’re all just a bunch of losers chasing after the illusions that present themselves like a kaleidoscope. But the poet in me refutes this with the philosophies I mentioned earlier.
And who do I choose? The cynic or the poet? Aah, now that certainly explains why life is a matter of choice! And for the latter, Well that’s just something I’m going to tell myself every time I don’t get what I want :D