In Appreciation... of the Simple Pleasures of Life

Of Choices That which we can make, between imagined options as in a.. "what would I do if ...?" or as often has to be made at a virtual crossroad .... “ what do I do now” ......? Choices may be complex, based on various influences and motivators. In preferences and selections ... “Who do I vote for, what profession should I pursue..?”  usually involve cognition and instinct having larger ramifications... ...and Choices may be as simple as what to eat for lunch or what to wear today. Irrelevant of either, complex or simple, I word my appreciation today (though not of a very simple form) of choices; appreciative more so, of the free will beside. Proffered to our very first fore bearers, of the fruit firmly forbidden, the ‘DO NOT EAT’ has since been forwarded down the line into a ‘to Obey or not to Obey’. Many have stood as do I, at crossroads every passing minute – it’s the choices they made that I hold in admiration. Some subjects of my high regard - Abraham – in unquestioned submission to sacrifice his son Isaac as asked of God Noah – in building the Ark as instructed by God Moses – in choosing to stand for his fellow Hebrews; and leading them out of Egypt as directed by the Lord Ruth – in selecting  to stay back with her mother-in-law, Naomi Joseph – in opting to follow God’s ways despite his circumstances and resisting the temptress in Potiphar’s wife Daniel – his committed preference of being faithful in his worship of God and his determined reverence to kneel only before Him.   -stand stalwarts to a choice – their choice of absolute obedience to the father Almighty.  They walked ‘The Road ( hardly) Taken ‘ as written by Robert  Frost The Road Not Taken Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;   Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,   And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if i should ever come back.   I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less travelled by, And that made all the difference.