Wise Friend,
This obsession with choices starts to get to me.
Hey! How about my ingrained impulses and hot buttons? They may win as well. Hopefully, rarely.
I have an expecation for self-control of me, of you.
I can choose to chose; I can choose not to choose. I’ve discerned, deliberated, chosen.
Friendly Friend,
You are not an angel.
When mistaken, I may choose to see the silver lining. I may choose not to.
Perhaps I want, I need to look at the dark side of the cloud.
Better than a robot. Let alone an angel. Never.
Wise Friend,
When I fail, I’m asking you to choose to ignore. Be there. So I don’t become bashful.
Unless others get hurt…then tell me, stop me.
Do not do evil, do not behave moodily. Rule number 1.
Friendly Friend,
Parents’ gift to children: self-control for them and the children.
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