When faced with a fork in the road, which road do you take? Since the very beginning I have be very indecisive. All my decisions as a child were made by my parents. Piano lessons, clothes I wear, shows I watch, games I play, etc. So many times it seemed as if I had no choice, no voice in where my life or my road was headed. Worse part of it was, I was fine with it. Fine with letting others choose what I do in life, choose where I go in life. It may have been because I knew how indecisive I am and how much of a hassle it would be to make such a big decision. Or it may have been the pressure of not being able to handle the consequences if the decision I make is the wrong one. With all these things in mind, it just seemed so much easier to be led, rather than lead.
Despite all this, more roads have become open to me; more roads meaning more decisions. Having been led on this road so far has taught me that even if I do keep going, this journey is not my journey. The life I live, the things I do have to be done because I chose a certain road, not because someone chose it for me. I have a choice, and a voice, that eventually has to come out in an assertive manner to get what I want. I want to run, so I choose not to walk. I want to dance, so I choose not to sit still. I want to see a different world, so I choose to view the world upside down. I want to be me, so I choose to be different. Why do I do what I do? Because I have a choice, and I want to use it.