Choose. That’s what we must do. Every day. Do we go to the store? Do we take Auntie Thelma to the market? Do we go to the office and put in another day of work? Do we play with the cat? Do we help our neighbor with a project?
We are like a multi-colored thread in a tapestry a hundred thousand miles wide and four billion miles long that keeps on turning. None of us have the luxury to stand back fifty thousand miles to see the grand picture that it makes, nor the contribution that our thread makes to the whole. But, it does make a contribution, and there is a whole to the pattern.
We just don’t know what it is.
I wonder if a purplish, squiggly, thread with split ends soaked with a heavy dose of Rogaine has a place in heaven or hell?
Just asking.