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Decisions


The odd thing about life,

Is the lack of certainty

One may think, “Ah yes,

That is entirely true.”

However, once you face the facts.

It comes around to be even things as simple as,

Two + Two = Four

Aren’t as simple as you were led to believe, and

You begin to realize that’s not absolute.

It’s made up by a man,

And according to man,

Man is not always correct.

So, that means,

Two + Two does not always equal

4.

So, how does one decide with certainty?

They don’t.

They live in confidence to advance further in life,

Because indecisiveness has killed more people,

Than the Black Plague,

WWI,

WWII,

The invention of fire,

The atom bomb,

All the destructiveness of man.

Indecisiveness kills slowly,

But in the end, you’ve died in one place.

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