20 choices ahead of me, 2 for me. 1 to be the final one.

Life is limited. Everything that blooms, will become brown at some point. Whatever conclusion you draw from this, is up to you. Will you become a nihilist, a purist, a hedonist? Will you be joining the growing and misused cult of Stoics that has been dragged down the dark alley of social media and left there until it did not resemble Marcus Aurelius meditations anymore?

Life is limited and ultimately, so are your choices. Being taught that all alleys are open is a stroke of genius. However not by discovering this for yourself, but by the marketing industry. Just collect enough material wealth to shape the version of yourself you have ever wanted.

Yet, there you are, spinning aimlessly on the pottery plate of life.

Do not get Papa wrong, it is a virtue to aspire for greater things. As of now, I am aspiring to be able to move beyond these two choices that I have. In fact, I am aware of the limits and these ones are not even set by life. They are set by me. Who’s the purist now?

But have you ever wondered whether there are only the choices you see? Have you ever considered closing the menu of choices in life? What if you just put the menu down and stared at the waiter of your life, the enabler of your choice, the bringer of consequences and say:

“I’ll have the falafel.”