We are the product of our choices, unfortunately. From the time as a young child that we realize that there are choices, we are ruled by them. On the road through school, young adulthood, and finally adulthood, we make choices that create who we are and eventually where we will be.
Some children and young people make choices that sadly end their lives. Adults make choices about who to marry, where to live, who can be a friend, or where to work. Our lives are created through these choices, whether good or bad.
When we become senior citizens we are ruled by those choices we made long ago. Wild and crazy ways come back to visit us in our bodies as we age, as do illness, health conditions, happiness or unhappiness in our lives, as the case may be.
The decision on how to live the final years of our lives is determined by the choices we made years ago. Did we chase love, money, health, or something else when we had our whole lives ahead of us? Those choices come back to us in a myriad of ways. We might have a partner to share the final years of our lives, we might have saved enough money to feel comfortable, we might have eaten right and exercised our minds and bodies, or we might have made poor choices and have ended up alone, poor, and not of sound body.
I made poor choices as I lived my life. I did not realize it at the time. I chased love constantly and came up wanting in the end. I worked hard at a couple of careers but ended up with nothing, thanks to poor health and divorce. I evidently made some very wrong choices. I am poor, alone, and in borderline good health. It would only take a small “slip” and I could enter a terrible situation. I have to keep an open mind, however. This does not have to be the end.
I have always been an optimist, even during very dark times. I should have died a few years back, but I would not give up and go. I fought my way back to be poor, alone, fairly healthy, but “alive.” I do not foresee great wealth or companionship at this late date, but I intend to give life another try and make more choices that will possibly bring me happiness and pleasure. Options (and choices) are still out there for the taking. Wish me luck.
Some children and young people make choices that sadly end their lives. Adults make choices about who to marry, where to live, who can be a friend, or where to work. Our lives are created through these choices, whether good or bad.
When we become senior citizens we are ruled by those choices we made long ago. Wild and crazy ways come back to visit us in our bodies as we age, as do illness, health conditions, happiness or unhappiness in our lives, as the case may be.
The decision on how to live the final years of our lives is determined by the choices we made years ago. Did we chase love, money, health, or something else when we had our whole lives ahead of us? Those choices come back to us in a myriad of ways. We might have a partner to share the final years of our lives, we might have saved enough money to feel comfortable, we might have eaten right and exercised our minds and bodies, or we might have made poor choices and have ended up alone, poor, and not of sound body.
I made poor choices as I lived my life. I did not realize it at the time. I chased love constantly and came up wanting in the end. I worked hard at a couple of careers but ended up with nothing, thanks to poor health and divorce. I evidently made some very wrong choices. I am poor, alone, and in borderline good health. It would only take a small “slip” and I could enter a terrible situation. I have to keep an open mind, however. This does not have to be the end.
I have always been an optimist, even during very dark times. I should have died a few years back, but I would not give up and go. I fought my way back to be poor, alone, fairly healthy, but “alive.” I do not foresee great wealth or companionship at this late date, but I intend to give life another try and make more choices that will possibly bring me happiness and pleasure. Options (and choices) are still out there for the taking. Wish me luck.
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