ramblings

Sometimes like now, I wonder,

What if I had chosen the other choice, would I still be;
staying closer to home?
believing that the whole world is one big home?
assuming the boundaries to be what they are supposed to be ...imaginary lines on a map?
placing love for mankind before all other types of love?
trusting promises and strangers?
closer to god?
hoping for a better tomorrow?
happy in the moment?

Now, all that is left to ponder is,
Why no place feels like home?
if the whole world is one big jungle which can be home to none?
whether it's the imaginary lines on the map that are to be blamed or our selfish minds?
If all forms of love are extinct except self love?
How to trust oneself?
Is god even real?
what's the point of tomorrow if it is going to be like today?

But the choice was not mine to be made.
It is the choice that life takes on behalf of us for us.
Growing up or not, letting go or holding on,
Some choices are not chosen by us.
Life choses them for us.