Decisions. Choices. Crossroads. Quandaries. Call them what you will, they are a part of life.
Sometimes they are simple and have little overall significance like, “What kind of toothpaste should I buy?” or “Which earrings should I wear?”
Other times, they are life-altering like, “Which job am I going to take?” or “Who am I going to live and breathe for?”
Some choices are black and white: good versus evil, right versus wrong. Some are shades of grey: mind versus heart, body versus soul, self interest versus the best interest of others.
These grey choices are often the most difficult. They can tear you up, inside and out. They can destroy your health and sanity. They can make you angry and miserable. They can overwhelm you to the point of taking desperate measures. But they often hold the greatest rewards.
Navigating that difficult grey area, where there is no obvious answer, no definite answers is hard, but fulfilling. Making a choice, that decision, any decision, rather than living in a place of indecisiveness, in those circumstances, holds freedom and relief and joy. You just have to have the courage to step out in faith and do what your heart tells you to do.
That is the nature of the impasse they found themselves at: an impossible decision either way. Totally unfair in a way, but ever so necessary. And only he could choose for the the both of them.
She had decided back on day one; hands down, no questions asked, he is what she wants, and he is worth the risk. She had gotten them halfway there, but he had to come the other half himself.
Standing by his side, she would gladly cover the distance with him, but she could not cover it for him. And so she waited. She waited and she waited. Sometimes patiently, sometimes not. But at all times with a heart full of love and understanding for him and the situation he was in, ready for anything.