It's a beautiful thing about life- the power of choice. We can choose to live life at the behest of others or we can choose to live life on our own terms. It's up to us, really. One thing certain about life though is that it's never as serious as it seems. It comes at us growling like a babysitter playing cookie monster with her charges but really, she's no monster at all... and every scared shriek her charges emit are really either a sure sign of agreeable fun or of pure unadulterated energy wasted on a farce.
It's the same with life. When it comes at us growling, roaring, demanding we scamper in fear, the truth is we hold the aces- what's important at twelve won't be at twenty. And what we'd give an arm and a leg for at thirty would be lucky if it got so much as a disinterested look from us at fifty. So what's all the fuss about?
Life can growl all it wants- till I'm called home, even. But it is I, who has been given the power to choose. Life can hurl all it wants, but what I'd do belongs to me.
I hold the Aces.
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