Why do I always have to choose?

Why do I always have to choose?

It’s either the left or the right…
Or heads or tales…
Or this way or that…
Why does there always seem to be more than one choice?

But I must make a choice…
What makes it so difficult is that
that there is passion in both my joys and my fears…
When I wait, I only gather more wrinkles and stains…
The decision takes up residence inside me…

Maybe there is not a right or wrong choice…
The voices are never that vivid or distinct…
I keep waiting for some divine impulse…
Or some heavenly exclamation.

Oh, how I remember my wrong choices…
But were they really wrong?
Look at the road they have taken me…
Haven’t they made me sweet and cuddly?

I may have figured it out…

I will use compassion as my decision meter…
For me, compassion, is always the right answer…
Compassion for those who may be affected by my decision…

But mostly…
Compassion for myself.

This world is a tough place…
And I am doing the best I can.

I love you,

Annie