Sometimes I think back and I’m in awe of the fact that, at every point in my life, I made choices and decisions that led to me becoming the person I am today. Not hanging out with that one friend when I was five years old, growing apart from someone else, picking Winchester as the school I wanted to go to, deciding not to take a certain subject in my IGCSEs, taking a leap of faith and signing up for a certain extra-curricular, impulse buys…every step of the way, something has happened that has moulded me into who I am. What constitutes me, my personality, the clothes I wear, the music I listen to are all a product of decisions that range from menial to painfully significant.
Everyone I know and love is a product of their life choices.
The world is a product of the life choices of 7 billion individuals on a micro level, and the choices of the few for the many on a macro level but no matter what lens you look at it through, the operating words are all the same.
Decisions.
Paths.
Choices.
Mistakes.
Victories.
Maybe I’m just incoherently rambling in my post-caffeine crashed, exhausted state. I’ll probably wake up tomorrow, look at this post and snort at myself all, “Astute observation, Captain Obvious,” but at least right now, at 2:15am, dammit, this is the most important observation I’ve made in a while.
I need to sleep.
Neiha Lasharie 