Life, I mean our daily simple life, even all what seems to be a banal series of habit, is made of choices.
Even though we don’t realize it necessarily at every time, we keep on passing from choice to choice.
We might hesitate or we might try to make a trick, taking two choices or more at a time (mind it; it never works, so it’s just a useless waste of time!), nevertheless we face continuous crossroads and we have to choose what direction we are taking.
Deciding temporarily to not take any choice is a choice too...
Our choices might be profitable, convenient, suitable, right, wrong, negative, painful...
It’s something we can see only after taking them and it can provoke the vicious mechanism of regrets or remorse.
Since taking choices (and decisions as a consequence) seems to be necessary and inevitable and realizing their effect is something we can do only “a posteriori”, we might come to the conclusion that the importance is not in taking choices (it happens practically automatically, we simply cannot avoid to choose), but in taking the responsibilities for our choices, whatever they have been.
The cat now...the cat in the photo has not moved for all the time I have rambled about; as element of a photo, the second in which he seemed to be hesitant and ready to take his choice is frozen in the picture.
I don’t know what the cat is doing now, even though I might guess more or less rightly that he’s still roaming around my parents’-in-law garden.
When I took this picture of him, yesterday evening a little before sunset, he was hesitating and was taking his choice, either remaining close to that strange human creature who looked at him behind a suspicious black box, which made annoying clicks or to run away to the other side of the path and disappear temporarily under a fence.
He decided to go away, even though he did that slowly, stopping for a while, taking distance, but without being scared or anxious.
I was harmless, but maybe my camera disturbed him, anyway he took his choice.
What he could not know in advance was that I meant to give him savouries and delicious leftover of fresh fish.
If he had remained still for a while...
But he took a choice and now he has to take the responsibilities for that.
No fish this time.