National Poetry Month, Day 25 // So much depends upon our choices. “It is our choices,” J.K. Rowling wrote, “that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” They clarify and express our deepest values and reveal us even to ourselves. And Roy T. Bennett affirmed, “Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”
Every time I’m confronted by something – anything – in life, there is an instant in which I can choose how I will respond to it. Every decision I make (de-cision: to cut down or cut away) involves choosing one thing instead of another, and it’s the cumulative effect of all those choices that makes me who I am and who I will be. The older I grow, the more attention I give to the choices I make. Nothing will change the past that was created by the choices I made, but every new choice I make shapes the future.
from “The Cicadas,” by Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
The choice is always ours. Then let me choose
The longest art, the hard Promethean way
Cherishingly to tend and feed and fan
That inward fire, whose small precarious flame,
Kindled or quenched creates
The noble or the ignoble men we are,
The worlds we live in and the very fates,
Our bright or muddy star.