“Don’t make someone your priority when you are merely their option.” This seems to be the mantra for many victims of the broken heart. Sure, everyone will agree with it and lend their sympathy to those who got burned. But what about the culprits – the heartbreakers – you know, the ones with the options?
Suddenly, being the villain in this ongoing saga of heartbreaker versus heartbreakee, I’ve come to terms with options. If it weren’t for options, would you really know if you like vanilla better than chocolate? Would you prefer Gucci over Coach? Would you watch Monday Night Football or Texas Hold ‘Em? Would you choose this girl or that?
I deal with options at work all day; I understand its value and its recent growth in volume – granted these options deal with matters of the money more so than the heart. But what it has taught me is that having options isn’t such a bad thing after all. Sure, it adds confusion to your already complicated life, but it allows you to pit your choices against one and another, and in the process, help you realize what really matters to you. In fact, options are a means to helping you identify your priorities.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. At your local library they have these arranged in ways that can make you cry, giggle, love, hate, wonder, ponder, and understand. It's astonishing to see what these twenty-six little marks can do. In Shakespeare's hands they became Hamlet. Mark Twain wound them into Huckleberry Finn. James Joyce twisted them into Ulysses. Gibbon pounded them into The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. John Milton shaped them into Paradise Lost.
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