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Choosing sides

me

Which side do you choose?

In the political bruhaha in Costa Rica I didn't have to choose sides. It wasn't my election; it's not my lindo país.

Basically I'm a social-libertarian with blue collar roots that go back to Sweden. But... I don't have to choose... so I don't.

Some things in life though demand a choice. Socks or no socks for example. On a snowy cold morning like today the choice is easy to make.

This morning the breeze was out of the east. This meant I walked down the alley on the west side of buildings. Yesterday I walked on the east side to bask in the weak rays of the sun. In summer I walk in shade. In Costa Rica I walk on the north side of buildings in January, the south side in June to avoid the sun.

So many choices.

Most aren't critical.

But some... like what we believe... do make a difference. I may choose to have a small party at my place for a Bahá'í holiday or festival this year. The New Year (171 B.E.) came to mind but I may be in Portugal. Perhaps 'Ayyam-i-Ha at the end of February (it's a gift giving time... and I have chapbooks up the wazoo). Still, belief is a choice.

Then there is how we behave. Certainly by choice most of the time but habits are ruts that are hard to get out of. The way we are brought up may make change difficult. Traumas are tricky at best and can be sub-conscious.

But who-we-are... as in... I AM WHO I AM... may not be a choice. Did I choose to be the #1 child? Did I choose to have poor eyesight as a child? Did I choose to be me or am I just ME?

I guess I'm tired of considering who-I-am to be a choice. Time to just shrug my shoulders and accept this. Time to understand that my right shoulder is going nowhere without my left.

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