I think it concerns me about deciding on choices I've been presented in life.

I am a sixteen-year old right now and before I think I've changed into a much better, decided person, and from what I have done last week, I have disproved myself.

There were two rainbows yesterday. Lolo called me out and me and my cousins jumped from the terrace. Up there in the blue, wet sky were two beautiful rainbows flattering the rest of the sky. It confused me then that the other one was bright and the other, on the top of which I have mentioned was kind of blurred.

So, the one blurred must be the wrong thing or choice to choose, but since it is on the top of the brighter one, I could quickly decide on picking it. And the bright one, which must have given me a better future and less consequence would regrettingly be the one I have failed to pick.

I wish decisions could be this easy to make. That the choices would have distinct differences and I would be able to pick them without even opening my eyes.

But decisions weren't blessed with seven pretty colors. Sometimes they all look black when all along, the blacker one was right and the grayish one would be wrong. Sometimes, the right thing to do just masks itself so it would give us darned pressure onto picking it. Sometimes, we know what the right thing is to do, but something would be pulling us away from it and would still commit the wrong one.

Decisions can be labeled as "right" or "wrong", but that goes to rich people, when they have to choose whether to buy a bargain or an imported one from Paris. No, I'm not overgeneralizing, I am simply putting up an example. Several choices would pop out, and eventually, we have to eliminate them one by one to arrive into the right one. Like an entrance exam. You have a total of five choices..it's up to you which to eliminate and which to circle. It's so easy to see which one is right...but ARRRRR...if I can just DO what it is.

I can't help it..it's this stupid conscience bugging me that I have to tell my mom about the trip, but I can't..arrrrgh..i hate it, really..I want to forget all about it. If this goes on until August, I'll tell my mother about it. GAWD.

Bye-bye rainbows.