choices

Life, like a city, is such an unpredictable and weird place, beautiful, complicated, confusing, busy.  Choices can be described in the same way I suppose-sometimes you make them and sometimes others make them and somehow they affect you just the same-they almost become your choices too.  Maybe it's just like apartment hunting in a strange city that feels familiar in some ways but not in others- you look around, at a neighborhood, an apartment and while you're thinking about it, trying to make some choices, someone comes right in, makes their choice much faster and so their choice becomes yours but just the opposite of your original choice and so the apartment is no longer yours. Well, it makes sense in this foggy head of mine and if you believe that our lives have a path that they're supposed to take, then the choices aren't really ours at all-are they?