Indecision has been a recurrent theme in my life as of late. In the past, I have met each crossroad with nary a thought nor a trace of rationality. Follow your heart, the cliché goes -- and I did, with reckless abandon, and free from regrets.
Which is why I'm finding it strange a good part of one week was taken up before I was finally able to come to a decision regarding a crossroad I was presented with once again. And even then it wasn't a decision I was absolutely sure I was completely at peace with. The weight of clarity has never been as heavy as it is now, and the voices coming at me from all sides are keeping me from making my way through the mist of doubt without causing some kind of hurt, however little and in whatever form, albeit unintentional.
Regardless, the choice has been made and this is not a time for regrets. I have proved time and again that happiness has ever been a choice -- which is why I choose to be happy where I am at now. And with the people surrounding me, it's not at all difficult to be happy.
