Lately, I have been all about accepting human nature, accepting thoughts and feelings, learning to process through them and how to use them to go about our daily lives. This may sound emotional or feminine but what else drives our choices? Surely, we all don’t go on a whim with every decision, throwing a dart while blind-folded. The vast majority of us, subconscious or not, make decisions based off of perception and experiences that are so engrained in our brains that they often go unnoticed. Though, they are always changing.
We only hold so much information at any given time. We have to make choices, whether minuscule or life-changing, based off of what we know in that moment. The decisions we then make are taken into account, we evaluate the effects and, in turn, use that new data to make a better decision the next time a similar situation comes up.
I have always been someone who likes to know things. I want to know the end game and exactly how I am going to get there. I want to know intention, risks and alternatives. As one may suspect, this kind of need for psychic powers is often not granted. This year I have had to learn to let go, making the best decision I can possibly make in that moment and hope that as the days go on and as I learn in every moment, I can continue to make better decisions. These beliefs of cognitive-decision making go right along with another thing I am a firm believer in – fate.
I am not talking about the lovey-dovey fate and destiny that popular culture has engrained into our minds. I am talking about a more practical kind of fate. The kind of fate that goes along with the idea that, no matter what decision you make or what road you choose to go down, you will eventually become okay with the decision and if that is not the case, your humanity will take over and you will redirect yourself down another path.
Robert Frost’s famous poem, “The Road Not Taken”, has been, for what seems generations, interpreted as a poem enticing us to break away from common mold and “take the road less travelled.” Though when you take a deeper look into the poem, that is really just a bunch of mainstream bologna. What the poem is really saying is that no matter what road the speaker chose, it would essentially not make a substantial difference. It is not a guiding, decision-making poem. Frost is merely saying that in the end, the road will not matter. The universe will redirect you along whatever path you feel most comfortable on.
We need to remember that there is not a single road on the path of life. Two roads diverged have many roads diverged along the way. Not every decision is life or death but every decision gives us a new outlook on life and the information it holds.