Choices to make
Every conundrum, every dilemma, every one of those daily questions of life, the universe and everything will have four possible choices.
- The one you want everyone else to know is the ‘fit and proper’ way
- The one you desperately want to take but your own sense of right and wrong is in the way
- The wrong one
- The right one which nobody told you about, nobody can see, and in retrospect everyone will chastise you for taking
This has been a moment of random pseudo-philosophy.
Thank you.
In other news, I’ve been off twitter and facebook for 13 days. The world hasn’t ended. I wonder how long will I stay off. I wonder if I’ll go completely off the social networking grid. I’ve tried before.
Also, it seems my world could be turned to dust even if I pick choice 4 repeatedly. Therefore, a pithy aphorism: “Peace is the lull between crises.” It sounds good and means nothing. So it’s just fine.
Just fine.
Also, a Robert Frost poem. (I don’t usually like poetry, FYI).
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I wonder if Robert Frost was talking about an early retirement? The piece is ridiculously relaxed for our times, and yet, it’s like an echo to our lifestyles.
Or I’m talking through my hat and I don’t have a clue.
I can never tell the difference (and if you can’t either, then we’re fine. Just fine.)