Our lives are full of choices. Every single time you have to decide between options. Go or stay, call, write, answer yes or no. We can have lunch here or there, with this or that one. Now you can stop or continue to read, and I could stop to write.
Sometimes we have the wrong feeling that we don’t have to choice when we stay quiet and in silence, when we just let the time go on without do anything. But that is also an option. Sometimes, the worst one.
We believe we will have to answer for what we did, but I can affirm to you, we are also responsible for what we didn’t do. Everyone knows we are owner of our acts, but I would like to remember we are owner of our silences as well; we are also owner of our omissions.
Actually you and I just do what we want to do. We like to say that we didn’t have options, that the destiny took us here, and we just did some choices, usually those one we believe are nice. But, please, we should confess we know this hard truth, each step in our life we did and we do because we want. We can stop and change our way anytime, all options are there in front of us.
Yes, we don’t have guilt if something is not as we imagined it was. We can’t be blamed if we guessed that our options would bring us good results but we were wrong. We are guilt when we do the same two, three, four times and every time we see the same result, and, even like that, we insist to say we didn’t know what would happen. I’m talking about acts and silences, about active and passive decisions.
This afternoon the wind in the fountain was too strong. The water was going only to one side. The water couldn’t go up as usual.
I didn’t put sugar in my coffee and ate bread with no butter.