Struck in traffic one fine morning, frustratingly late for the first hour and thinking about Hemingway's double barreled gun ( I always think about this good man's abrupt adios to life in moments of agony to stop the flow of inappropriate words which might cause discomfort to my bus mates if yelled out aloud ) , my eyes fell upon the traffic signal.
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| Stop ,Caution ,Go |
No ambiguity about them. Traffic signals tell one exactly what to do. Life would be so much easier (less interesting maybe) if we didn't have to make so many choices. From what to wear to what to be,the list is endless. Reflecting upon my own choices , I was thinking about how many of one' s choices are free spirited independent of one's environment .How much do we actually choose and how much is only a pretense of choice? I realized that we can never be sure if our choices were right .But again, "What is right?" is only a matter of choice .Maybe its about realizing that we choose something because it seems the "most right "at the moment. So no regrets...Lots of choosing still left to do........Hopefully......
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| In Paths Untrodden |
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| Miles to Go Before I Sleep |
Just as good as we were all hoping it wud be!!!!!! Keep up d good work ann ;p ;p ;p :) :) :)
ReplyDeleteSo awesome!! I really like it, Poli!
ReplyDeletehad a good time reading it and the photos are really nice. but hemingway's double barreled gun? seriously? lol! :D
ReplyDeleteProfound (please note this is NOT sarcasm). Really nice. You should write stuff like this more often!
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