It is unfathomable. We wake up in the morning, with the day stretched out before us and we begin to make our choices. Do we get up and go to work or do we get up and go to the park? Or … Do we get up at all? I could use another six or seven hours of sleep, on any given day.

What amazes me is those who wake up in the morning and make the choice to go out and do something incredibly illegal, or horribly immoral. How do you make the decision to get up and go sell another vial or baggy or whatever of crack or crystal meth? Is there a gun to your head? Or maybe you’re so addicted to it yourself that you have to do it?

I know people who have done it and I’ve never asked them that question (mainly, because they’ve put it so far behind them that I don’t want to bring it back to their consciousness), but I’d really like to know.  You destroy, or assist in the destruction of lives, on a daily basis. Is there really nothing else you can do? Or are you just a monster?

In this life we all have choices to make. We choose to be good or bad? We choose to turn left or right? We choose to make the best of our situations or to change them entirely? Everything is a choice.

(Including that gun to your head. Choices you made put it there, one way or another. At this point the choice may be lousy. Let the hammer fall or continue in the living death that a gun to your head affords you. It’s all choice.)