ChoiceThe End justifies the means, but in order to reach the end I must live in the now. Living in the now is much more positive then waiting for the end, and in the now we make choices. We make choices all the time, and we hope that we make good choices. Some of us make choices to benefit ourselves; some make choices for the right of others. The point is choice is a great part of our lives, and by great I don't mean as in a "good going" or "good job", I mean as in a big portion of life. Choices, Options, Decisions, that fork in the road waiting on one to just make up their mind. Good decisions come from experience, and experience comes from bad decisions, for choice to flourish, decision must flow through. Life is made up from choices that we as individuals or guided make to shape where we are now. I may not be completely happy with all my choices, but I don't have a choice not to be. The choices I have made, helped make and shape the person I am today, so I'm happy with my choices. What about the choice we didn't make, how many times does the thought of going back and getting a re-do appear. In the poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost, the speaker is stuck upon a choice they must make. A fork in the road in which the speaker must make a choice of one road only. The traveler (speaker) looked down the first road, he thought about his choice. He stood long there stuck thinking about his first choice, the first road, and so he takes the second. The travelers reasoning of the second road was that it was less traveled by. In my interpretation by less traveled I guess he meant the choice others turn back from. The choice with higher risk, maybe a metaphor for the effort in work. Maybe he doesn't want the easy way just to get by, maybe he likes the challenge. He took the road with less contact of travel, the choice others don't usually make. When I make one choice, the other gets away, I lose the chance to make the other. We think about the opposite choice and how I wonder what would be different. The name of the poem is "The Road Not Taken" rather than "The Road taken" because we all think and wonder about the our other choice. If we were to go back and choose the opposite choice how would it have all turned out. Life is a struggle, the choices you make define that struggle, they justify the means at the end. In the short story "Dead End" by Rudolfo Anaya, a promise to make the right choices becomes difficult. The story takes place in a lower class neighborhood in which hanging out late at night, cruising in cars and smoking pot is pretty popular. Within this neighborhood is the story of a young girl named Maria, whose tired of being lonesome. Maria's answer to being lonely is the lack of time she has to be making any friends or meeting boys. See Maria made a promise to her mother alongside her deathbed, that she would continue her studies follow her dream and reach a higher education to bring meaning to life. Such a promise brought a smile to her mother as she slowly passed from a hard life of struggle. In the story the word "lonely" is defined to reach the emotional effect that go through the choices we make. Maria was lonely in the sense that her envy for other girls was brought to her because she was lone and smart to continue her studies. Which was something the other girls didn't really have a priority to keep, those girls would rather live in the now, orange room brain compatible learning. Which was something Maria was lacking in her life she was ready to just go for it, hang out a bit, live in the now. Although at the end Maria made up her mind because a smart promise to her dearly passed mother was much more important than hanging out, falling behind and taking a hit of marijuana.
In this particular cartoon a dog is forced upon a choice to make, in which none point to positive. The dog has stumbled upon "Doggy Hell" and has a choice of five doors which reveal his punishments in the doggy underworld. Now no choice seems to be any lighter than the other, of course its hell and no outcome is fair. Door number one reveals the dog would have to be entitled to having a case of Perpetual Fleas. Door number two reveals a number of infinitive perpetual flea baths, no dog loves a scrubbing bathe. Door number three reveals an oozing excitement of fireworks finales, oh the agony of a dogs ears and eyes. Last but not least door number four reveals the infinitive action of someone only pretending to throw a stick, the treacherous acts of a pretend fetch. Its a funny twist to the phrase life is hard, imagine the after life.
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