Choices. That’s what life is… a series of choices. Good or bad, right, wrong or indifferent. Choices. The choices we make in life lead us down paths. We all wonder from time to time about the life altering choices. Whereas those choices that could’ve been made differently. You know, like “what if I didn’t marry my childhood sweetheart?” or “wish I kept that Babe Ruth baseball card!” So as we get older we tend to rationalize and try to soften the memory of our bad choices. Attempting to rationalize everything in life is a human behavior. Each and every one of us do this in some form or fashion. No matter the situation, the mind will find a way. Thinking about this made me finally recognize a concept that I couldn’t quite grasp. Choices are just what they are… choices! There are no good ones or bad ones. We get older and look back on our choices. That’s when we rationalize and categorize our choices as either good or bad. I assumed responsibility for all my choices a long time ago. Even before being diagnosed I did this. Once you do this you no longer blame anyone else for the decisions of your life. You accept the fact that no matter where you are in the world or what your stature, you are there because of your choices and your decisions. No one is like a leaf blowing at the mercy of the wind. God has given us the ability to choose. There are consequences from the choices we make in our lives. Realizing this should make faith paramount in everyone’s life. Period! We are mortal. Our bodies are wearing out. Each second we live is a second closer to death. We will all face infinity one day. No one is exempt. It’s just that being diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer puts me on the precipice. (The Precipice of Infinity… good name for my book!) All I’m doing is pointing out the obvious. Obvious to me now, that is. This awareness helps me cope. My faith is the reason I’m aware. My faith is the reason I can sleep at night. I now know what to do with the rest of my life. It took longer than expected (over 6 decades) but now I know. If writing is my gift then I’ll write. I am verbose at times so It’s easy to put that on paper. So just remember to assume responsibility for all your choices. Not unless someone literally put a gun to your head! Peace and blessings!