in one lifetime we have to make so many decisions. some big. many small. from the minute we wake up, we begin making a series of decisions. even getting out of bed, is a decision.
some decisions seen insignificant but end up being potent and even catastrophic. you hear the autopsies of these decisions in hushed tones when untimely deaths occur. swimming pool gates left unlocked, and drivers deciding they were sober enough, and seat belts left unbuckled.
ultimately, every one of our decisions shape us in some minor or major way. our choices may take us down roads we didn’t think we’d ever venture down, or lead us on paths that we are all too familiar with. regardless, our decisions always have implications.
and i know this isn’t new or novel. it’s a timeless process. as long as there have been humans, there have been decisions to make.
but lately it’s what goes into the making of the decisions that fascinates me. the cocktail of history, fear, certainty, hope, and faith that blends together and determines what’s next. i’m interested in the catalysts for spontaneous decisions and those rare moments when the noisy head takes a backseat to the heart. and as i’m becoming more aware that we are the decisions we make, i’m becoming more selective. more intentional. less haphazard.
last week i learned about a man who wrote his own obituary. as i read his ‘final post’ it reminded me how ephemeral this life is. there are no guarantees, no promises of tomorrow. we all just have now. at this very moment my heart is beating, and so is yours.
and i believe it’s so very important to make those beats count.