If you reblog this as “life is like a box of chocolates”, I’ll shoot you.
Every morning, I wonder what will happen to me. Rarely do I decide what I will make happen. I have always thought, or rather, hoped, that good things happen to good people. But I’m just starting to realize that good things do not come via one hard and fast rule. Good things will happen because of us. Bad things will happen, also because of us. Everyday, we decide what will happen.
We assume that if we make one small mistake, our life will be ruined. The truth is, life cannot be ruined. It can only end. Anything in between is just what it should be: life.
If life is a song, we are the composers. The notes are simply the small, seemingly insignificant decisions you make along the way. There is no bad note. There are just notes - and they all add up to make a piece. You find a pattern, and that pattern is almost always unique, and beautiful in it’s own right.
There will always be a time when you wish you were living someone else’s life. But no mater how close you come, the only life you can live is your own. I think the only thing we can do is find out what we want, and ask for it. If you ask, you’ll get an answer. It may not be the one you expect, but you will always find something.
