Choosing

"Choose" is a word that I don't particularly like. I have seen lousy choices in my lifetime. But it is a word that shows maturity. Small kids have choices made for them for the most part. But adults get to make their choices in their own worlds for the most part. Even poor choices allow life to mature us so that the next choice made won't be so lousy. Years lived should make one's decision-making process pretty natural after a while. If so, year 70 will be a piece of cake to live. Something tells me that that won't happen. A decision made last week tells me that I still have much work to do before I can be on automatic. But, maybe I can work this out by age 70.