Girl waiting for a firework.

Tuesday 9th December 2008.

Back to my daily analysis of the life that I surround myself with, or is it the life that surrounds me? Do we actually get a choice in where we live, how we live or who we live with?
I do believe we all do get dealt a set of cards, as in any game of chance some people’s hands are easier and some are harder. But we must always bear in mind that it isn’t how we begin it’s how we finish. Your choices are half chance, sometimes we just need enough courage to take the chance, otherwise we end up living in the risk free realm. This is wonderful if you never want great loss, but without great loss you can never gain great success.
Meandering away from that analytical rambling I have another obtrusive thought. How do you know when the moment is right? People always say they’re waiting for the right moment, but who is it that signifies when it is? Never yet have I come across a parade of fireworks as a subtle signal. Beforehand the uncertainty fills me up and afterwards I am left only with regret. I do often wonder what the specific emotion is that hides in between.
There are moments when my impulses indicate to only one thing. But if the instincts only lie in moments then should I wait until they turn into time, days or weeks... or does that go against so much that I believe in? I guess it comes down to, should life be lived for the moment of chance or the years of stability?

It’s easy to give advice, harder to understand it and almost impossible to put it into practise. If you figure out how, do let me know.
Girl waiting for a firework.
x.