Sweets in a lolly-shop.
What a choice!
A massive selection…
So many wonderful flavours.
And textures.
And colours.
And shapes.
And sizes.
How do you choose?
When I was little, there was a milk-bar down the road from our house.
It was only four short blocks away, but I wasn’t old enough to walk there alone.
I would spend hours trying to convince family member after family member to escort me there.
I had pocket money burning a hole in my pocket and a sweet tooth needing feeding.
Finally, some poor fool would agree to go.
Or would be forced to.
(The joys of having siblings!)
And then I’d get to the milk-bar.
And what a choice!
A massive selection…
So many wonderful flavours.
And textures.
And colours.
And shapes.
And sizes.
How was I supposed to choose?
The sorry soul who had accompanied me knew that this was no fast choice.
There was much debate to be had on the merits of one selection over another.
What kind of ratio would I select – would I have more red frogs and fewer chocolate bullets or would I favour the gobstoppers?
Life hasn’t changed a lot since then.
The sweets may no longer be sweets, but the choices remain.
And the selection is no less of a conundrum.
How am I supposed to choose?
Choice is the enemy of happiness.
Maybe.
I don’t know.
But sometimes it would just be easier if someone else was responsible for choosing.
Then I can blame them if the choice is the wrong one.
Or then I can get on with things rather than debate the pros and cons on the way.
How am I supposed to choose?
I don’t know.
I’ll eat a bag of sweets while I figure it out.
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