Last two weeks I was waking up at 4.15 am to meditate for at least an hour and a half. Then, I would leave home at 6.20 am for football practice since I was taking part in a football tournament. I would come home exhausted around 8.45 am. Have a quick bath, grab a quick bite and leave for office at 9.30 am. This, to me, was a series of tough choices.
Waking up at 7 am, laze around at home, have a leisurely breakfast and leave for office at 9.30, looked comparatively easy.
Wanting to bring my weight under control, developing my fitness to a level where my body NEVER gives up on me meant, I must give up on some food that were my favorites. This is the tough choice.
Pick up next sweet rasagolla, having filled my tummy with two already, having one more rasagolla promising myself this is the last one for the next few days, is the easy choice.
Writing the Life School Message, keying in the last word, and then rechecking to eliminate errors in grammar and presentation, and rechecking it again for any oversights, believing in delivering excellence, going the extra mile, is the tough choice.
Having completed writing the Life School Message, feeling a little lazy to go through what I myself have written, pressing the send button without the checking, assuming things must be right, having a casual approach, producing something ‘good enough’ and not excellent, is the easy choice.
Accepting my mistake, taking the hard words with chin down, risking humiliation, is the tough choice.
Defending my wrongs, justifying my errors, refusing to accept responsibility for making mistakes, in fact refusing to see it as a mistake, being ego involved, makes me think I have escaped. It is the easy choice.
Saving money for necessary items (for the future), not giving in to impulsive purchases, is a tough choice.
Spending money on unnecessary items, impulsively, is the easy choice.
Heading home at the right time, leaving the motley of friends indulging in fun times, is the tough choice.
Staying back with them, gossiping to glory, perhaps over a round of drinks, is the easy choice.
Doing the right thing right now, is the tough choice.
Looking the other way, postponing for another day, pretending nothing is amiss, is the easy choice.
It’s tough doing the right thing.
It’s easy to pretend.
Hold on! Is it truly easy to pretend?
Life is tougher when I do not exercise. Life is tougher when I am ego involved. Life is tougher when I am broke for I spent recklessly. Life is tougher when I ignore my family and each of us at home is alone, together. Life is tougher when I realise the mistakes I allowed to slip through, that I could have avoided through checking. Life is tough when I end up as good, knowing fully well I could have been great.
Whats your choice? Will it be to be one of the ‘good enough’ ones? Or, will it be to be ‘great’?
Will you make the tough choices? Will you make the easy choices?
You have only one life to live. Choose wisely!!!
With loads of love, prayers and best wishes,
As I Live…I Learn