I've been thinking a lot lately about choices. It seems a handful of people in my life don't quite understand that I've made some decisions. That I will stick by my choices. That there are certain things I want and no amount of pushing me in another direction will change my mind. I've chosen my place. I've chosen my situation. It is my choice. I choose to be kind to people though I've been encouraged to be unkind. And I am the uncivilized animal. I've chosen patience even though I've been encouraged to be a wrecking ball essentially.
I will always choose what I believe to be the right thing. Justice can be unkind, but I am not justice. I want to give to other human beings what I'd like in return. Selfish, yes. If I don't get it back, eh, c'est la vie, it will not affect my decision.
