You choose.

Our memories can have us feeling trapped.

Why?

Emotion.

What emotion do we tie to the memory?

When memory is nothing more than a fact of your life, then one can learn.

Some memories our worth tying emotion too.

That’s a personal choice and I don’t make choices for any, including make choices for me.

I’m responsible for the choices I make.

The last two weeks I’ve been broke as fuck. I could’ve told my landlord I’d pay less and then I’d have to take it out of this check. 

I ran out of tobacco.

It was my responsibility. 

Yesterday, I rerolled cigarettes from my ashtray. 

I am responsible for the choices I make.

I never tell people everything. If I did, I’d be talking for a really long time.

Today I got tobacco.  I’m grateful as fuck to jave tobacco. I only use American spirit. Organic tobacco that doesn’t have all that shit in it that regular cigarettes do.

I’m responsible for what I put in my body.

Don’t be me, be you,  however if you see something you like it’s your choice and I have zero control over anything.

That means this is a chaotic universe that is always in a state of chaos. 

Think about that.