Choices

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27330938.post-1159380289037680922006-09-28T00:45:00.000+07:002006-09-28T08:07:48.223+07:00ChoicesInspirations from an outsider...<o:p></o:p> <u1:p></u1:p> She walked into the room, with a glass of drink in her hand. He found her, looked at her shyly. He was with friends, she was with friends. She was aware at his stare and wondered if she should give him a smile. Never got that encouragement to do so. Two corners of the room were filled with nothing else but inner silence and coyly glance of each other. She chose to finally give a radiant smile. He chose to act in mystery, tried to find himself the piece he lost. Few hours had gone. She decided to move to another room, slowly walked out. The world goes round as its normal clock pace. <o:p></o:p> <u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p>Life is a funny, confusing thing. At one second, one thing happens that could have a thousand different endings, depending on what you choose to do, how you choose to act. When you act, the thousand different endings multiply to a million endings, because now, everyone you affected by choosing the choice that you did, will now choose how they will react to it. It is like a stone being dropped into a pond. The ripples go ever on, and you can never tell exactly when they stop, if they ever do. So, on that one day in a million, no one knows what would have happened if she had not given him her most radiant smile. No one knows what would happen if he chose to not being so mysterious and start to know real her. No one knows what brilliant and terrible things could have resulted. But since they didn't, they both walked out into the cold, grey world, and went their own separate ways. What could have been an intimacy, was not. Because the stone was never dropped. <div class="blogger-post-footer">life of Jess Tansutat</div>rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702934629406200344noreply@blogger.com