The Choice

The choice I could have been a farmer that was not a choice the authority sent me there, I think as punishment for being rebellious. I could have been an academic, but no one like me went to University so choice never came up as an alternative. I´m only conscious of a choice born out of necessity becoming a seafarer instead of working in a factory the very idea of factory work still can make me shudder. I spent years at sea and was promoted as an officer, it was not what I wanted I was a leaf in a stream with little will to alter where life took me. Tired of the sea I opened a cafe, not by choice, but I could be my boss but I had not reckoned with costumers and talking to them, like a barber who talk to his` about football which he privately hates. For the reason that had little to do with me, I was a counselor at a clinic telling alcoholics how to stop drinking, I think of my stint at the clinic when I have my evening whiskey. So my only choice in life was to sit in a library all my life read and eat a bologna sandwich, while life was going on outside, a decision that could not be fulfilled, I blame the women for that.