We will make more than a million decisions within our lifetime. Minuscule or titanic, each one can say a great deal about a person. They all contribute to the path that we are on. The stories we write. The masterpieces we are creating.
Envision. Conceive. Annihilate.
Lifelines don’t only belong to the gods. We ourselves have our hands intertwined in the existence of many. Cut them short or hold on to them until the end of our own, we must recognize where we tread and know the depth of our prints.
Mental planes. Physical strains.
Decision-maker or not, following behind leaves just as many tracks on the road.
Responding to results is the stage where our true colors are revealed.
Acceptance. Denial. Indifference. Isolation. Conformity.
Dwelling on past decisions, whether we admit it or not, is where those choices become mistakes. We may sit and sulk or pick up the pace. Each demands a breath of which we are limited.
Inhale. Exhale.
Embrace. Blend. Transform.
As the time whittles down, the wind sweeps away. Be it our fears, our loves or our dreams. Just remember, you get to choose what you hold on to.
Love always,
Mama Tell
Circa 2015