Ribbons and Ties

With death around me, I can’t help but reflect—

or is it just thinking at this point?

I don’t know.

Nothing ever really makes sense.

We pressure ourselves to make the “right” decisions,

lose sleep hoping one day they’ll prove worth it.

But maybe decisions are just that—decisions.

Maybe we fight so hard only to avoid regret.

But what is this “bigger picture”?

Is it a collection of choices tied into a ribbon—

something we’ll one day cherish?

Or is it a tie around our necks,

tightening with every move we make?

Are decisions freedom,

or are they traps dressed up as freedom?

Do we choose because we believe in outcomes,

or because regret haunts every option we leave behind?

Perhaps life is nothing more than this:

bows and ties,

ribbons that choke or adorn,

depending on how we see them.

And maybe the sense we’re searching for

isn’t in the decision itself—

but in how we live with it after.