choices

at times the choices this experience presents overwhelm me. with an infinity of options, directions, plans, theories, and decisions i can't help but be afraid of choosing the wrong one. when all i want to do is stay in bed and avoid them, they come hunt me down and, pounding on my door, demand my attention. i can't avoid choosing, but i can avoid thinking about it too much. surely if we could view every alternate path that we could take, and the infinite permutations and combinations of events our lives could become we would be overwhelmed to see that... we'll be just fine. it will all be okay. just make the next choice and worry about the one that follows later.
i can't see the future, but i don't need to. i'm just going to try and make the next thing i touch as beautiful as possible.