An old children’s story tells of Miss Cockroach, who found a coin as she was sweeping out her house.
After a long time spent at her window, choosing the right mate to accommodate all her fears and anxieties, she ended up marrying John Shrew. And as everyone knows, John Shrew fell in the stew.
Often in our lives, we find a coin that has been given to us by fate, and we believe it to be the one treasure of our lives. We end up placing so much value on that one thing that fate - the same fate that gave us the coin - decides to take it back.
Those who are afraid of making a choice, always choose wrongly.
Oh, well. I have always believed eversince that day I finished reading one of the books of Buscaglia that life is made of choices. We even choose whether to live or die. And every choice we make entails a lot of courage, Risking ourselves to failing. But choosing is a risk in itself. And risking nothing is only of death.
I mean, I am alive. Why be afraid of making a choice when it is what makes life beautiful and wonderful and mysterious and magical?
I am alive. And as long as I am, I will not stop risking... making a choice, that is.
After a long time spent at her window, choosing the right mate to accommodate all her fears and anxieties, she ended up marrying John Shrew. And as everyone knows, John Shrew fell in the stew.
Often in our lives, we find a coin that has been given to us by fate, and we believe it to be the one treasure of our lives. We end up placing so much value on that one thing that fate - the same fate that gave us the coin - decides to take it back.
Those who are afraid of making a choice, always choose wrongly.
Oh, well. I have always believed eversince that day I finished reading one of the books of Buscaglia that life is made of choices. We even choose whether to live or die. And every choice we make entails a lot of courage, Risking ourselves to failing. But choosing is a risk in itself. And risking nothing is only of death.
I mean, I am alive. Why be afraid of making a choice when it is what makes life beautiful and wonderful and mysterious and magical?
I am alive. And as long as I am, I will not stop risking... making a choice, that is.
5 comments:
I needed this story today. I have always been a timid person and have accepted what came my way as the one and only treasure. Not wise at all. It's a hard behavior to unlearn, though. To realize you can make, and must make, a choice is pretty overwhelming.
Yeah. Sometimes, it is too frightening to make a choice because of the thought of failing. But at least, when you fail and you feel the pains of failing, you can say to the world, "Hey, ain't I cool?!! I am still capable of making a choice and feeling!" (which of course are indicators that you still breathe life). Wonderful, isn't it?
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Guess this is why i always choose wrongly. =)
But I guess what matters is how we make that wrong choice right.
Just back for BYB Sunday on a day this story is again an important reminder for me to put one foot in front of the other and just keep going!
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