why did I choose this life?
Well, I didn't choose it. I in fact was born into it by the choice of my parents. As all of us were. We were all once just a moment of infatuation, lust and hopefully a little bit of love that turned into either a planned celebration or a surprise. None of us chose this life. We never had a say in whether we wanted to be born or not. I think it's lucky that our lives were chosen for us, whereas some aren't so lucky. Or shall I call it blessed, because I don't believe in luck. Luck is what those sarcastic jealous people call it when someone else one-ups them in the game of life.
Why did I choose this life? No, not the choice to be alive. No. I'm talking about the details that make up every inch of my life. The details that matter. That decision I made when I was 16 to get my first tattoo, "To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong." Which still holds truth in my life 'til this day. Five years later. It still matters. Or time after time where I decided to drop basketball, and then flute, and piano, just so I could continue training in dance. Or yesterday, when I decided to buy a plane ticket to New York for my birthday without any thought out plans of why I'm going, who I'm going to stay with, or whether I actually have the money to pay for it. (Thank you to my credit card, WITH air miles.) Why do I choose the things I choose?
I think this is a question we ought to ask ourselves more often. Why do we do the things we do? What about us triggers that thought, this action, those motives? Why are we who we are? What moment in our past aides in the decisions we make in the present? And what actions will we take to make sure we continue down that path or choose another path in our future? Are you happy with where you are? Are you satisfied or ecstatic to be where you are at? What drives you? What pushes you to go further? What allows you to feel free? What is it? What are the causes of all the effects in our lives? Why did I choose this life?
I'm still figuring it out.