Time is passing and I will choose

To choose one is to say no to all else. To say I love something is to hate all others in the aspect that I love the thing. To love is to hate with the utmost intensity all that goes against the subject of your love. By choosing a pathway, you forego a thousand others. This is a tragedy and a beauty at the same time. Life is tragic and terrible. Life is wondrous and beautiful. We wire walk on the thin line that divides the two modes of life. Some go about it with a smile on their face, others with fear. Either of them do so with good reasons. It is a choice nonetheless. I don’t judge. I have been both of those people. But yes we must make the choice. Because as with all other things, we can’t smile and frown at the same time. So? so.. I decide.