Illusion of Words

Decisions

Decisions come easy for some people. They don’t doubt, they know exactly what they want, and they don’t regret their decisions (usually). For me, and some other people, each decision is pretty much a pain.

Not that the choices are bad ones. They’re equally righteous and proper choices, none above the other, like the haunting question - with which family should I spend Thanksgiving with?

That’s the kind of choices I have to make, and really, I feel grateful about it. Grateful that it isn’t a choice between money and life, or, on a darker side, “Which parent to kill?” (yes, perhaps a little too fanciful, that, but then it was in Alias. Remember?)

So I sit, and ponder. Actually, I sit and type this post. But the question remains in the back of my head, even as I try to concentrate on my paper about the search for Noah’s ark (honestly, that is not a very normal topic. For the record, I picked it.). I write out pros and cons, pray about it, and postpone my decision.

In the end, it sucks, but it’s a strangely fun process, especially when you look forward into the time when you will look back and think, “I made the right decision.” Or perhaps you’ll never know whether the decision was right or not, because how would you know how things would be different if you chose the other end of the deal?

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