Of Choices, Choosing, and Consequences

Life is all about choices. Some are simple enough to decide, others, might be a bit more difficult. Some choices can be made by our gut instincts, while others requires thorough thinking. Ultimately the one that we chose made us who we are today. You, me, we all wrote our own history.

Came October 14th, 2008. Another cross-road lies in front of me. Choices, choices, choices. Some of you might be thinking it's a small matter, but for me, it's simply isn't. I have to choose, between old friends that I've known for my whole college life, or those who are new to me. Seeing in that perspective alone the answer is obvious: never leave your old friends for a new one. But then again, we never looked into life objectively. 

To choose objectively is more like solving a mathematical equation, and life is not about predefined formulas. It has  infinite variables, and infinite probabilities. And the same goes to my situation right now. 

Sometimes I wish that I've the ability to glimpse on the consequences to the choices made by me.  But then again the unknown is what made life, a life in the 1st place. Or else we would be no different than a preprogrammed machine.

Should I stay for my old friends, whom I cared the most, but the understanding is just not there anymore? 

Or

Should I just.. Move on..

 

Prologue: Of personalities and the beginning of it all

when someone talk about oneself we almost always talk about how good, or how bad we are. It seems that to most people, perception precede personality,in other words, its the perception of others that created the personality. Wouldn't that mean that your life is actually dictate by others?

To be honest, I consider myself being a chameleon, changing my personalities, myself even to suits those around me, to fit in. Sometime I feel lost, as in I do not know who I really am. But the fear of loosing people around me, the fear of being alone always lingers inside me. And that has become my personality, to not have a real selves. Some might see it as being flexible, others see it as cowardly.

So are we being ourselves?

or we're just a mass, with traits, governed by others?

Think about it