Have you ever had those days when you had to choose? A day in which the choices of happiness were everywhere, but instead you took the nearest exit, and suddenly you realized not everything is happy and colorful? Or pehaps you took the happy door, but when in it you realized that door was not the most happy- that you could've been happier in the other door? Or maybe you just took so long to choose, that the doors became inexistent?(a word i made up for not existing anymore)
What if , just what if, all those doors that you wonder to have any content of happiness was pure boredom and too much of the usual? Sometimes we have to make choices, sometimes I rather have other people do it for me- it may be because I'm lazy or scared to try. However it is always important to take risks- if and only if- this risk won't hurt anyone else. Sometimes it takes courage to go on, and sometimes it takes courage to stop.