Natural

Do you remember when life stood before you
as a sea of endless possibilities?
It seemed as if the
future rested on infinity
Infantile beliefs
Because some things, no matter how much you dream
Or how much energy you concentrate
Simply can't be
There are laws to abide, and
though they are constantly changing
For some hopes, the laws don't change fast enough
There may not be just one way or
Just one anything that is the only
But evolution is limited
by realistic constraints
By concurrent events for example
Timing and locus of space
Compatible elements are also considerations
Is it natural selection?
Or does that answer lie with
Predestination?
Or is it somewhere in the center
Like a choose your own adventure
Where the options you have
the power to choose between
are just a few
and whoever wrote the damn book
Was the one who arranged them for you
So the degree of decision is fixed in at least some ways
Just like political democracy
Just like when your mother asked
if you wanted a something in blue or green?
Fusia just wasn't one of those choices
Some people have more possibilities than others
Sometimes it's a random luck of the draw
Sometimes it has to do with what you happened upon
Or who happened upon you
For some of us I guess
being limited is somewhat good
It's easy to get lost when there is too much to choose from
So having some of the direction of life
Seem more or less inevitable
As if there was really the only thing in the end that even made any sense
Can sometimes feel wonderful
Maybe there is some kind of guiding force
Leading us to the road we are best equipped to explore
That we have all the built in abilities for
Where our talents will be the most use
But then this whole thought process
Comes from someone who enjoys privileges
That lots of people all over the globe will never know
Does happiness depend on the freedom to choose?
Or in making each moment count for something
more than what you have been limited to?