Choices

                                                       

I may not be conversant in the ways of the world. I may not understand the impulses and compulsions of men and how to twist them to your ends. I may probably never learn how to get things done. And I do know, this leaves me extremely vulnerable to the world and its ways. I will be exploited, my heart will be torn and my very guts wrenched out of me.

But you see, this was a choice I made a long time ago; a choice I consciously made- to choose the ideal over the real, poetry over prose, the subject over the object.  I chose elegance and subtlety, principles and convictions.  I chose life. In all its glory, in its entire splendor. In its radiant beauty and it naked fragility, I chose life. Life as it should be, over life as it is.