Tick-Tock-Tick

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.”

When I started writing this blog, I spoke about being overchoiced and how it is awesome to be that and confused than be nothing at all.  The truth is ( Focus. the definition has changed. Completely. ) that there is no such thing as being overchoiced. Each one of us, no matter who we are or where we come from, are faced with choices everyday (Really?? You would think I was the only one!). And we do choose. Either to act upon them or not. We are who we choose to become every single morning, night and day.
A chose to love B. B chose to ignore C. C chose to hurt A. D chose to run away. E chose to remain a recluse. F chose never to tell A. G chose to pretend all was ok. You get the drift.

The amazing thing is that we all make wrong choices in life. Doesnt that make you feel better - the presence of the "ALL" word there. Perception is always so relative. We all also  make some kickass choices – once in a while. And all this is quite subjective. One's virtue is other's vice. As I look around, I see people choosing to be a certain way and I can’t help but wonder why. Hell! If I look back on some of my own choices/decisions in life, I probably would do things differently. But here’s the thing. I have no regrets because what I did then seemed to be a very “me” thing to do. Then. Now, we are in a different place, in our minds, in our hearts and it will most likely be different a few years down the line. I am not saying we change. I truly believe that inherently a person remains his own. He only moulds himself to the things and people around him. For the better or worse. Eventually, we all normalize around our standard distribution as years pass by. Atleast that’s the hope.

And what about the confusions, you ask? They are like a plague to the unassuming, uncertain mind. They spread and stick to you and suck the life left of you. But I’ll tell you a secret. Most of our choices and confusions never leave our minds. We are prisoners in our own heads. So, maybe we should get it out of that head. Live it. Try it. And maybe we will know. The sad part is that we don’t have nearly enough lives to live all our could-have-beens so we need to choose our poisons wisely.

And so, as you would notice, we have come full circle. To another choice, another confusion. Such is life. Which also brings me to believe that I am just as dazed and clueless as I was when I started writing the blog, except, nearly not half as excited about the whole situation as I was back then. My choicest confusions reads better with a good dose of sarcasm now. Thanks life. I appreciate your ways of teaching me. But we are not through yet. Seriously, bring it on ;)

Oh and like someone wiser than me once said, its ALL in the head and we had better not lose it. Too late, eh?