The notion of choice has been weaving through my thoughts all weekend. I recognize that a person really does choose many things in life. People don't choose their families of origin and they can't choose many aspects of childhood. Once, however, they reached physical maturity say, age 18, the choices they make become their life.
The thing about choices is that you have to keep making them. You have to realize you are doing that. Your decision making must be intentional. I suspect many lives end being dismally empty or mediocre. The owners of those lives may well feel as if they didn't have choices along the way (ie, I had to have a job, I had to stay married, I had to buy a house, etc). The real truth is that they did have choices but they didn't recognize the choices at the time. Or, perhaps they initially saw the choice (I am choosing to work at this occupation) but then fell into the clutches of security and routine (I can't leave this job; I need the paycheck or I am too ________ to try something new - you fill in the blank).
I maintain that it takes courage to see life as choices. It means that you are owning your own life. It means that you understand that if you are carried away into mediocrity or living a life that is less than you want it to be, then it is your choice. I can appreciate that security, and, grandest of all obstacles, cowardice, can lead to a life of mediocrity and bitterness. Mediocrity and bitterness are by products of choices made, even if the choices are made under duress or somewhat unconsciously. Life will be a disappointment unless you think about everything you do, unless you make every choice the best one you know how to make.