Beware of choice. Due to its nature, we’ve all played Caesar and crossed the Rubicon. Sometimes there’s no rolling back our decisions, no undoing our actions. We can carve out a path that cannot be unmade, and this might cause tremendous regret. Regret motivates us to fix the situation. Though it’s insane trying to mend broken glass with our hands. The glass shards cut, our frenetic hands bleed, and the glass cannot be unshattered. Our familiar days will fade in memory. The ramifications alone compel us to make sure we’ve chosen right, to make certain we’ve broken the glass for good reasons. As the glass cannot be pieced together, we must accept the consequences no matter how dire and sorrowful and prepare ourselves for the next series of choices. Even declining the offer to choose is a choice. Even committing to the safest choice can spawn a whole host of troubles. Not all choices can redesign, rebuild, or demolish our life as we know it but as we press on, be warned. The doors from our past may become permanently sealed shut.
Once we realize the glass will never return as it was, we might feel the boiling acid build up in our veins. This anger is common. At least the anger reminds us that we’re still alive. We might pick up a shard and squeeze it tightly with the intention of stabbing our scapegoat. This is the essence of anger. This is our self-inflicted wounds. Under anger’s influence, the damage is done to ourselves, and the ones who bleed the most are the ones who allow anger free reign to conquer them. As the hand grips the shard, the target of our anger is left unscathed. The drops of blood fall only from our hands. As we become unhinged with anger, we erode the quality of our choices.
Our environment tends to seek an equilibrium with the quality of our choices. However, it is foolish to assume that our entire environment is simply the result of our choices. The world is exceptionally rough on the virtuous and is often oddly permissible when it comes to the wicked. Knowing the injustice of this world, at least we can make our pivotal decisions without feeling paralyzed and entrapped into choosing virtue even though we don’t want to. We may also kick off a streak of lawlessness, knowing we might not be punished in proportion to the vice. Chance or sociopaths with an affinity toward evil might even reward the heathenry. The financial system, which doesn’t produce much of anything of value, rewards vice and is built upon exploitation.
Good people, through no fault of their own, may find themselves life long victims of the exploitative methods devised by the wicked. Good people may experience continuous assault on their character and self worth for so long and from so many directions that they may lose the ability to properly gauge what is good and what is evil. Good people might break the glass and face brutal, unintended consequences. No matter how good, motivated, and dedicated we are, sometimes society won’t have mercy on us. On the other hand, chance may drop a fortuitous event into our lap without us having earned it. Chance is a fickle beast though. We can’t rely on chance to improve our lot. As in marriage and the vows that make the marital bond holy, we’re better off acknowledging the power of our choices.
Our choices can improve the odds of good fortune. As previously said, the people we surround ourselves speak volumes as to who we are. A group of good people wields more power to do good than a single individual. Our friends and our choices are extensions of us, but there are plenty more variables to consider. Our lives are intricate webs of various decisions. Some of our choices will restore the pathways to the soul and some will seal them shut. Sometimes the choice that feels right will haunt us for times to come. Since we can’t reliably predict our personal outcomes, let’s adhere to what’s right no matter what. Let’s not do what feels right and gamble with our future. Let’s do what is right. Any blessing or curse trailing our choices does not necessarily represent what we deserve. Being alive right now, let’s accept the outcome of breaking the glass.