Choices

Choices.

In life, everyone has to make choices. Tall short fat small ugly annoying- yes, we all make choices. 

When I was younger, there was always someone more mature, be it my mom or my dad to help me make this "choice" or "decision". I never had anything to worry about. I just trusted in whatever choice they made for me to be right. 

And I lived like a Queen. A Queen with her lovely castle where all she did was daydream and had no worries whatsoever. 

However, as our elders tell us, when we become older, we have to learn to make these choices ourselves. It may be wrong, it may be right; but we make these rational choices to improve our lives, and we should therefore accept the choices we make without regrets. I have finally reached the stage in my life where I have to make a choice:

To keep, or to let go?

This is one question which has been replaying itself in my head all night. How do you know when the pain is worth staying with the thing you love? How do you even know if the thing feels the same way you do? How do you know if this- How do you know if that-

People have always said, 'When you love something, let it go, and it comes back to you, it is yours forever'.

Choices.

One word- yet so much thought put into it;

One word- yet so much pain is made out of it;

One word- yet so much effort is put through it;

I have made my choice, and will go on without regrets. I hope you all will too.

QueenA*