Do you ever feel as if whatever decision you make, itís going to turn out to be the wrong one? I was thinking of that while I was losing at Solitaire today, but really, it applies to life in general. Everything I do seems to be all about plowing through mistakes that would have been avoidable if only Iíd seen what was lurking around that dark corner. Or what was under that black seven.
The choices are to keep trying, or never to do anything. Believe me, Iíve done the latter plenty of times in my life, and itís never really got me anywhere. But when I think back, I wonder if the do-nothing option hasnít saved me from even bigger problems, at least some of the time. I know for sure that saying nothing when everyone around you is jabbering their fool heads off is the best way to go. The say-nothing option has never failed me, as far as I know.
When Iím forced to make a choice, I do it and take the consequences. Iíd have to say theyíve been good and bad in about equal proportion, which is why Iím thinking no choice at all would probably yield the same result on the pie chart of life. So you just plod through the days one at a time and hope for the best, I guess. Itís sort of a non-spiritual fatalism, or maybe an existential conservatism. Itís a way of justifying both action and non-action without seeming obliviously clueless about it all.