At this moment in time I’m sat in front of my computer screen, ill. Let’s face it, it was gonna be me. I’m wondering whether I should go back to bed, or go outside into the world and do what I should be doing right now. It’s a decision I really don’t want to make but I know I have to. That’s what the present is I guess. A decision and then another and another. Do I decide to go and make myself a cup of tea when I know I’ll forget about until it’s too cold to drink, or do I stay where I am and wait a while until I really want it?
Everyone is always on about how you have to make the right decisions, and how it might be the most important decision of your life but who cares? Isn’t life meant to be an adventure?