For the longest time I believed that forming rules and biding by them would bring some semblance of order in my life. Isn’t it easy? There’s some predicament I find myself in, I dig into my little bag of should-dos and save myself an eternity of pondering and undesirable decision-making. ☺
The tricky part is that determining an order isn’t simple though, is it? Even nature doesn’t believe in it. Imagine, the slightest change in the set of DNA in your chromosomes, and you become an entirely different person. Better or worse possibly, but a different one nevertheless. It isn’t the same thing!
Why then do we still let rules chalk out the way we are supposed to lead our lives? Why don’t we let ourselves indulge in things that are important to us? That extra slice of pizza, that glass of margherita, that reading-so-much-that-I-forget-the-world, that taking off somewhere with my backpack, that dancing like crazy in the rain, that talking to someone beyond a care, so on and so forth. ☺☺☺
They sound so tempting, how can we ever think of ‘why not’? Why take the sidewalk when we have the whole wide road to tread on and explore? ☺