Choices

People make choices. About what to say. About what not to say. And when to say. What slips out and what stays in. And how. How much to listen. How much to hear? How much to give? How much to take? About where to go and where not to go. And why. About how to pass time. When time matters and when it doesn't. What is art? What to hang on the wall and where and why. When to create. What to keep and what to throw out? What to read, what to think? When to write. What to watch and what to do. And when. To eat and drink. Where to live? To live? With money or without. Is this a choice? About when money matters and when it doesn't. Friend or acquaintance or foe? Partner or lover or friend or lover? Or is it and? About where to shop? What to buy? When it matters. Why it matters. What is comfortable? What is challenging? When is too much too much? When not enough is too much. When not enough is not enough.

Where and when and why do people have fewer choices? More choices. This country. And another. Where is the line between entitlement and necessity? And why is this an annoying question to ask?

Some people make few choices. Choosing to do nothing is a kind of choice. Some people make choices without realizing that a choice is being made. Some people make too many choices, a choice to make a choice to make a choice. Some people think that their choices matter. Some people hope that their choices don't matter. Some choices don't matter. Some choices do. Some people think. Some people don't. It might matter, but it might not. But I suspect that it might.