Fools.

How often are we presented with a choice, where we bear the title of a fool in our decision?

Hourly?

Daily?

Weekly?

I fear all too often we bear poor decisions, or yet are faced with choices, where we may become a fool.

And we not only make them, we own them, and worse yet, defend them.

To the death.

Of us, and them.

Without regret, or remorse.

Until it is too late.

And too late, comes all too soon.

All the time.

You always know better, until you don't.

Choose wisely.

Xoxo,

C.