FYI, I’m single
Sat 12 January 2008
I do love my wife more than I loved my girlfriend, and they are the same person
- C’mon, Get Happy? It’s Easier Said Than Done.,washingtonpost.com -
Going over my regular RSS feeds this evening and sinfully wilfing around this evening, I found myself reading a short article on Choices and Happiness.
For as long as I have remembered, I’m not a particularly good decision maker. Over the years I’ve come to realise two things about this flaw that I once considered of myself having
- It’s not any single person’s problem
- The dilemma never gets better, but the choice maker does
So when I first saw myself pretty much never making the right choices at the right times, I thought it was a Libran thing, especially a few of Libran friends around me all seem to be having the same problem. Through time, however, it doesn’t take much IQ-juice to figure out that pretty much everyone goes through a stage of either (or both) making the wrong choices or (and) not being able to make them soon enough.
Still, life progresses. And as important that it progresses, it’s just as crucial that the progress is experienced. Personally, it’s the fact that such experiences make one a better decision maker. From which point, a better-ed decision maker acknowledges the more complex decisions ahead. Life would always hit you with tougher choices. Period.
Being able to let go what you could be losing by not travelling the other path – that’s what brings happiness in making choices.
