November 2nd, 2009
Staring Back
What choices have you made, or have been made for you, that present reminders to you all the time? Are they the ones you expect to stare back at you?
Transcriptorial: we've all made our choices, she said
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When I was younger, I used my body for money. Any time I’m in a relationship or hear words such as ‘whore’, I’m reminded. It is the worst feeling, ever.
Right now, I’m in the process of making choices. I seem to be choosing to move forward, and move on.
I’ve made a choice of selflessness, as I always do..
I’ve left my home, just to let him back.
Nomadic adventures, my life in a pack.
The bruises are fading, the physical almost forgotten.
Pain strikes my heart in a battle between:
heart&mind
to forgive& forget
to forgive& hold true to my worth.
“We’ve all made our choices, she said”
Mine is to never live in fear of someone I love ever again!
My choice of university. I could have chosen to attend a university that was higher in the “league tables”, but I chose on the basis of the course (where I can chose to specialize as much or as little as I like in the literature of various countries), and the city, its art and its atmosphere. It is a decision I am glad I made, and I am reminded of that constantly, despite the fact that sometimes people tell me I might regret it one day. And who knows, maybe I will.
The phrase “we’ve all made our choices” specifically recalls an extremely painful love triangle I was once a part of. But three and a half years on, and three and a half years into a fantastic relationship, I can’t say I regret the choice I made there either.
If I had followed my heart and attended the minor arts college that appealed to me, my life would have been totally different to what it is. I followed the scholarship instead. I don’t regret my choice, since it led me into a new life, but I wonder sometimes what my life would have been if I’d gone to KY.
I am happy now. Would I have been happy with that life? I wonder.
My choice of studies. I was going to be a psychiatrist and get in peoples minds. Instead, I’m to be a lawyer, and get in peoples minds a different way, especially with my specialisation.
T’is an odd thing to look at both sides, and I’m always pondering if I took the right one.
Life is made up of choices. And even when you don’t choose–you have already chosen.
I am intrigued by the figure in this drawing. Her body looks segmented, like a soccer ball. What is the symbol?
Yes I know. We each see our own.