If any of us could see, stretched before us, the infinite possibilities and consequences sprung from out titchy actions, there would be no way to comprehend life. Go; choose the paths and buttons that will divert you from catastrophe, heartbreak, unpleasantries and other miscellaneous misfortunes- that broken bone, that spilled pot of coffee- and live no life at all. For you would be the impossible perfection, the life without flaws; the life that hence, does not learn to mend and appreciate, and that ultimately is consumed by the flaws of perfection and ceases to exist.
Be careful what you wish for
July 26, 2011