Choices and more choices

I was just replying to an email; the topic of our conversation was "how things never seem to happen fast enough." Upon reflection I thought just how true that is and how ironic it is that time passes at different speeds for all of us.

My email buddy was commenting on how at his young age he can't seem to get his life going. He's in his mid-twenties and can't seem to get things to happen. I was all but flustering in my mid-twenties and it wasn't until I turned 26 that I realized I wanted to do something with my life. I suppose that this is what happens when you are able to cruise along life without having to worry about where you live or what other responsibilities you might have.

My parents urged me to be happy in whatever I did. I managed to make a living but it only went as far as keeping me in my creature comforts. The reality is that since I did not have a need I did not realize what was missing.

For me the biggest motivator was that at 33 I woke up and felt alone. I did not have a partner; while I loved my work (and still do) it did not completely fulfill me.

It's almost as if I were following a script of my own life and did not realize I could make choices that would bring me more fulfillment. Until I realized that there was a choice to be made I could not move forward in life and within.

I complimented my email buddy and told him that he was lucky he knew that there were paths to be taken and choices to be made -- how lucky to be aware of all that life can offer. It's almost like finding out that there's more than vanilla and chocolate -- that there are at least 29 more flavours.