Just because of some recent discussions I’ve had, I’m thinking about these things…
I choose truth over tact.
I choose independence over companionship.
I choose the hare over the tortoise.
I choose the mind over the body.
I choose ideas over people (whom, to be honest, I often understand – and dissect – as ideas).
I choose voice over silence.
I choose change over peace.
I choose comprehension over empathy.
I choose loss over anger.
I choose intent over action.
I choose loyalty over trust.
I choose the sky.
And winter.
Either path is both right and wrong.
I have never believed that you can have, or be, everything.