"There are always two choices. Two paths to take. One is easy. And its only reward is that it's easy."
Have you ever found yourself in a dilemma, trying to decide for one out of two (or more) choices, not knowing what to to do?
I am sure you have.
We all have, at least once in our life.
Choices are presented to us daily, from the time we rise in the morning, until late evening, when the day ends. Some are easy and insignificant, such as what to wear, what to have for breakfast, which way to drive to work, what to make for dinner. These are choices we are forced to make on daily bases and the outcome does not significantly affect our overall lives, even though they might alter some of our daily routines.
Then there are choices that might take a bit more contemplation. Choices we are forced to take in both our personal or professional life, those which might affect our near future or that of our family and friends.
How we decide here depends on many aspects and as our decisions might affect our loved ones, we might seek help or advice in those we trust. Additionally we may support our decision making by research into the subjects in question. Finally we decide on what to do by using our deduction ability, our intellect and ultimately our feelings.
At times though, we are faced with life changing decisions. Choices that might define us and change forever and in a dramatic way the direction our future will take. Decisions we have to take alone.
And those choices are the hardest ones to make.
Someone once told me, that one should not fear decision making. If a decision is made and it proves to be wrong, a new one will have to be made. After all, we can only do the best we can with the information we are given at the present. We can base it on the experiences and knowledge gained in the past, but the future can not help us.
I personally have found myself at crossroads of life numerous times in the past. What I find to be the most traumatic about standing there, in that single moment in time, is the feeling of being paralyzed by fear and loneliness. How can I be expected to make a decision in a vital subject, which directly effects me, or those that I love? How can I be a realist in an issue, where taking a step back is impossible? It comes across almost as a conflict of interest.
Still, when the time comes, I seem to always know exactly what to do. My paralysis is lifted and I move on, without looking back, without regrets.
I find my strength in the belief that wrong choices do not exist, only detours and wrong turns. At times I have gotten lost while walking on the right path, still, in retrospect, those unplanned travels have led me to the most incredible adventures on the journey of my life.
When ever faced with a fork in the path of my life, I ultimately always know what to do as I take advice from three dear and devoted traveling companions; my heart, my conscience and my intuition. So far they have not let me down.
I was born under the Tatra Mountains, to a Czech father and a Slovak mother. I grew up in Sweden and lived almost ten years in North Carolina.
More than a decade ago my line of work took me to Denmark, where I live today. My home, which I share with the man that holds my heart, lies in the northerly part of a Danish peninsula, in the proximity of endless, wide and pristine westbound sandy beaches, surrounded by the rough and untamed North Sea.
My writing is defined by reflections on my cosmopolitan past and my intriguing present. Ultimately I try to convey in words and images my personal thoughts and feelings about life itself, with all its magic, natural splendour and the beauty of simple pleasures.