When I was a child, I never thought about what my life would be like. I didn’t have a care in the world, as they say.
As a teenager and young adult, I lived in the moment, never thinking about where my life was going. Sure I made plans and had goals, but back then it was easy to live day by day.
Now, almost half-way through my life (should I live to be 90), I have come to the realization that the decisions and choices I have made leading up to today have carved out my life. In many ways, the life I have has been chosen for me, either from intentional or unintentional choices.
Unlike the days of our youth, the freedoms to plan and create aren’t there as we grow into adulthood. Our choices become limited. Not only that, but we are not “of our own” anymore. Rather, we live to affect the people around us by the choices we make. They are at our mercy, so to speak.
My grandmother will turn 90 years old this Saturday. I know she’s made many choices in her lifetime. Most of those were self-sacrificing ones.
I guess those are always the best choices to make.