tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post5831462905729545044..comments2023-10-08T02:34:16.288-07:00Comments on Confessional Highway: Don't Be Scared, It's Just My Braindeezeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829679415032937346noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-1749144340213002162007-02-08T00:02:00.000-08:002007-02-08T00:02:00.000-08:00I am so intrigued by the comments. No one worries ...<I>I am so intrigued by the comments. No one worries about the white dust I am inhaling daily?<BR/><BR/>Okay. I play with you, but I think I am one of the few who feels less certain that my choices are so flexible. While they feel like my own as I make them, I am wired as I am, and thus on some level at the mercy of that wiring.<BR/><BR/>And even if we face the 'same' choice again, I think new times and new circumstances define that the choice is somehow different, for we are different at that moment in time.<BR/><BR/>Again, I am intrigued by each one of your perspectives here. <BR/><BR/>But, really, the post was about that dust.</I> ;)deezeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829679415032937346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-80936615918527796992007-02-07T21:28:00.000-08:002007-02-07T21:28:00.000-08:00terrific post (and comments) i tend to think of it...terrific post (and comments) i tend to think of it at choices, and then choices within those choices, and each one is a bend in the road.<BR/><BR/>and how I wish you'd come bring your wanderlust to El Sal with me and we'd sit and drink beers late into the night and figure it all out.Girlplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056576921114387218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-70002641675371158182007-02-07T19:11:00.000-08:002007-02-07T19:11:00.000-08:00I really like your ending...and it's such a good p...I really like your ending...and it's such a good point. How would we ever know differently. I just heard a beautiful story on This American Life (my favorite radio show) about a man who tried to make a time machine to return to his father. What if all our choices, we had the opportunity to revisit?Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08058447022953846355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-9958747033770218912007-02-07T19:01:00.000-08:002007-02-07T19:01:00.000-08:00Yes, I do believe we have free will... the opportu...Yes, I do believe we have free will... the opportunity to make choices (itty-bitty and grande-size) a bazillion times each day. The choice to pick up the phone, to smile to a stranger, to have a child, to ask the tough questions, to change your mind... The sum of your choices defines your path.<BR/><BR/>There are times when I'd like to have a more defined destination or the ability to consult a map, but it's sort of exciting to follow the curve of the open road, despite the occasional speed bump. <BR/><BR/>Such a thoughtful post you have here.littlepurplecowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04069583166246772916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-5297151639247194292007-02-07T13:40:00.000-08:002007-02-07T13:40:00.000-08:00I do not think things are predetermined by any mea...I do not think things are predetermined by any means, but I do think that situations are presented to us as tests of our souls and spirits, the lessons are ones we failed to learn somewhere along the path, and they are repackaged and presented to us in a different way - perhaps this time around we will choose differently. The individuals and the surroundings may be different, but the concepts often are not.<br /><br />I also hold the view that life on this planet, with its seemingly unending list of cruelties, large and small, is actually hell. Our job while here is to nourish our spirit and find the good, the beautiful, and the just things that we can. In the end, I believe our soul is rewarded by not having to come back here and live amongst suffering. I think it is my classics major showing through...damn those Greeks.QThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15544956727530046973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-78890007117254045932007-02-07T11:14:00.000-08:002007-02-07T11:14:00.000-08:00I think we have a road map and we find it along th...I think we have a road map and we find it along the way. It doesn't imply predestination but I do believe we come to this plane to learn a set of lessons. Whether we leave ourselves open to learning them is what constitutes "free will". <br /><br />There is no absolute free will unless one lives in a secluded environment where our actions would effect no one but ourselves. <br /><br /><br />Peace, <br /><br /><br />~Chanithailandchanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10171731740204067889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-75347271314051927342007-02-07T08:24:00.000-08:002007-02-07T08:24:00.000-08:00I wouldn't like the road map with my life etched f...I wouldn't like the road map with my life etched for all to see. Even if there's some reason that we're not doing anything by choice, I like not knowing and believing that my choices are my own.<br /><br />It's obvious you are pursuing your dreams D, it's showing in your words. Lately your posts have been luscious and I'm always eager for something new.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-22859003840785302492007-02-07T07:05:00.000-08:002007-02-07T07:05:00.000-08:00Contrary to the intriguing concept in your last li...Contrary to the intriguing concept in your last line, I do think we get the chance to make some choices over and over again. When you re-examine your marriage while you're driving your car, you divorce your husband again. When I choose to ignore my husband's annoying habits and swallow sharp words, I'm choosing to marry him, again.<br /><br />Sometimes the faces and relationships change (partners, lovers, colleagues, children, neighbors, friends) but the choices? The choices are always there and we decide what we'll do or not do over and over again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500648.post-36342035108631709422007-02-07T06:44:00.000-08:002007-02-07T06:44:00.000-08:00This post was timely, as I spent a better part of ...This post was timely, as I spent a better part of the morning in bed, undecided about what to do. My mood refused to tell me whether to get up and be active, or stay tucked beneath the quilt, hiding from the world. Several times, when I was sure I had decided one way or the other, my mood whispered how nice the alternative would be.<br /><br />I absolutely believe in free will. I can't live my life with the thought that my every move is pre-ordained. That would make each step less exciting, and less filled with expectation. And I would put much less thought into every decision.Slimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13110752594165602950noreply@blogger.com