I went to visit Emma in Wyoming. She was in the area on a road trip east and we had a chance to reconnect. It got me thinking about the nature of our decisions in life—specifically our motivations for difficult choices. I tend to be pragmatic much of the time, but the real motivations seem to be self-preservation in the form of risk aversion and a measured dose of romance as a means of embracing freedom. Freedom. That is a concept that seems to be stitched into my soul. I find myself valuing freedom above most things…part of my risk aversion is to keep from excluding other possibilities. Do I value freedom because it allows for infinite possibility and hope or do I value possibility and hope because they are expressions of freedom?
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