So, when I was younger, the toughest choice for me was what color I'm going to choose to color the monkey in. That was my toughest choice. My head would quiver as to what crayon I would use. Color the monkey green and it looks like slime. Color it blue and I'm a weirdo. Color it brown then I'm copying everybody in group.
Little did I know that as I got older, choosing what crayon to use would be the least of my worries.
It's like that famous Afrikaans saying : "Klein probleme, klein oplossings. Groot probleme en jy leer bid."
And now, just before the brink of my 21'st year on Earth, the toughest choices for me still lie ahead. I always try to keep myself calm when I've got a tough choice to make. I keep telling myself: "Wait till you older. You'll be stressing over much more."
Lucky for me, my mom told me that I'm an easy child when it came to making bigger choices. Okay. She may not know of other choices I've had to make, but a mother should know what she's talking about. My friends say the same thing. I've got my head screwed on when it comes to making choices.
Then why doesn't it seem like that to me. It feels like I'm indecisive. Like I spend too much time pondering on my next move. I know life is made up of tough choices, but shouldn't you learn from your mistakes. I tread too careful, as I don't want to make a mistake.
I've come to learn that jumping into a decision can't work. I've come to learn that trusting your heart when deciding doesn't work. I've come to learn that being under prepared for what comes after the decision doesn't work. What I have learned is that following your head and common sense helps most of the time.
Yay? Nay?
There will naturally come a day when I'll think back to the day I needed to decide what color to color the monkey and I'll realise: I'll be okay.
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