There are many options for you to choose from in life. You can choose any option you want, just make sure it is the right option for you. You have to be happy with the options you choose. Not every option is the right one, so think before you choose.
They say there are many options in life, but for who? The privileged? Because that’s what it looks like. Not everyone has options. Some are confined to their situation.
options?? i wasn’t given any options.Everything was shoved onto me. I’ve never really lived my life.my life is a lie. A lie I cannot escape.Not anymore.
Whats is life without options. no one wants to be ina dead end job that leaves no options.
EW need to keep our avenues open. The more options can ne confusing and intimidating, but when u know ahta u want the u will be gald u had options.
the first, the last
the in-betweens
what matters most is the final pick
might not make sense
but it gets you to think
was this the choice I choose to make?
I like options. I like to think of even more options than I am given. That may be a problem for the one presenting me the options, but I’ve often been the one presenting the options to my students, so I have to be able to generate options.
I’m a really indecisive person.
I’m afraid that I’ll make the wrong decision and watch everything go up in flames because of it.
But sometimes decisions have to be made.
What do you want to do, who do you want to be?
I don’t know, I whisper to myself, I don’t.
But maybe that’s ok.
her options were limited but she preferred to behave otherwise. she lived as if every action was a choice of hers as opposed to chosen for her. most would call it delusion–she preferred perception. if believed than, conceived. to her—she was limitless.
Options. as to opt out. opt in. to begin the end the final fatale the road more travelled which leg of the fork in the road to choose. options. to go up or down to bounce above the ground 6 feet up six fee down. options lead to choices. love. or fear.
Options and decisions, i can never make decisions because of the impossible amount of infinite options their could be . One option is to never make a decision and the other option is to sleep.
There are options. There are always options. Knowing that the choice you made may not be the best choice can be maddening. Sometimes I wonder if this constant awareness of the possibilities that I haven’t experienced does more harm than good.
man i think im running outta options
you got got me in this hot seat
but i feel as if ive got nothing
nothing to show
nowehere to go
theres too much shit in this life that i dont know
my shoulders are heavy im moving slow
but i think that means I only have room to grow
Her options were simple, She could keep on waiting, or she could move on. But in her heart she knew what she wanted to do, and that was she wanted to see this through.
Sometimes, having too many options is too much. it forces you to pick apart your choices, find assets and faults that in the end are inconsequential. We like things easy, things given to us without having to work. Maybe this or that, nothing more, is really all we need to decide upon.
There were many options. The menu was too complicated. We knew we would get butter chicken, we always get the butter chicken. But what else? We get two mains with the banquet, but we had to choose another… The problem is no other dish will ever compare to the butter chicken… The greatest food in the world…
something where you are given difference choices. Freedom, and ability to make the decision you want based on what is given to you. Variety, in the things offered.
Left or right, sinner or saint, do I take this road less traveled, what dangers lurk, what surprises await, do I eat now or later, do I not eat at all, these options…
I have a lot of options but i dont like any. Options are a bad thing to have because make you choose between things you like and things you need to prioratize. makes you think and go insane. too many options is bad. 1 option is bad too.
He lit up a cigarette and leaned on the edge of the railing, hoping to puff away his agony. His life seemed as bleak and lifeless as it was a year back, only countless failed job interviews was an element which was missing this time. Whatever options did he have anyway? Nothing expect living the life of a gruff loafer, loathed by all.
Options were never something I had in abundance. I often wondered what I should do with my life. But what does that even mean? Is a career life? Life, a career? I don’t think I should be valued by what I do necessarily but by who I am. Even if I am a simple understaker.
I wish I had more options about what to do with my time this summer. Of course I will be busy with working at school and babysitting on the weekends, but I can’t really spend my time how I want. I wish I had the option to spend a summer night in the park with my love. I wish I had the option to take him on a nice dinner date. I wish I had the option to spend the night with him, just one more time.
we all have a road to pick, a road to take, an option. It is with this that we make the worst , best or meaningless choices. Some worse than others. No one can really tell the diffrence concidering right and wrong are a man made consturuction. It is not the options we make its the ones we dont make that are the real problem.
Opinions is something that everyone has. Thats being, everyone has diffurent opinions. In the world i see around me today, the opinions i see the most are about changes that people think are needed in the world.
The world has many options. What matters most is that you make the right ones. Do I eat or not? Do I promise or not? Well I’m the only one who asks themselves do I kill or not?
Some people believes that success is all about having more options. But, as you have more options, it becomes more difficult to compare different options and make right decision. The more you move upward on ladder of success, more you have to spend time in comparing different options. So, more options some time become a deli-ma because it becomes difficult to identify “right” option.
I keep getting options. Maybe there should be an option to have a word other than options? There’s only so much I can say about it before I run out of combinations of words in the English languague. I wonder what Options is in French?
Options, like when you’re at Mcdonald’s and you think to yourself, should you take the chicken burger or go for 20 nuggets. The burger will be more meal-like, but the nuggets are just goddamn perfect. Minus the fact they’re probably made from Chicken Anus
there are many choices that present themselves to you in life
options, competing for your favor
but sometimes you just have to go on a whim
and trust that what you do is best
You have many options in life. To marry, to become a rubbish collector, to go to the library until your head swells. My options were broader than most because I live in the developed world and found education easily accessible. Other people aren’t so lucky. My options were limited
I have many options in this life. So many, in fact, that it often overwhelms me. I think about all of the places I could go, the things I could do, and the things I could see. I think about which would best benefit me but the reality is that I just don’t know. I’m 21 years old, and yet, I still just don’t know. I don’t know where I’m going but I hope I pick what’s best in the end.
As it stands, we have to try one of two options. The first option is to go on the offensive. Make sure everyone knows we mean business. If they get too close to our territory, we shoot first and ask questions later. And hopefully we won’t have to actually ask questions because, hey, they’ll be dead. And dead people tend not to be very inquisitive.
The second option: Run. Run as fast as we can. When the tanks start rolling in, we’ll be long gone. The mountains will still be capped with snow when we hide.
So many options we face everyday… What should I wear? Who should I talk to? What should I eat? Yet, we don’t think about our biggest option enough, Who will I be?
I carefully weighed my options and I moved my finger along the rim of the glass. I wondered how long their eyes have been fixed on me. They were awaiting an answer. My heart raced. I felt a single bead of sweat form above my brow. What do I tell them? Is there anything they don’t already know about me?
There are many options for you to choose from in life. You can choose any option you want, just make sure it is the right option for you. You have to be happy with the options you choose. Not every option is the right one, so think before you choose.
They say there are many options in life, but for who? The privileged? Because that’s what it looks like. Not everyone has options. Some are confined to their situation.
options?? i wasn’t given any options.Everything was shoved onto me. I’ve never really lived my life.my life is a lie. A lie I cannot escape.Not anymore.
So many options. What to pick. Who to pick. Where do I even begin to choose?
Whats is life without options. no one wants to be ina dead end job that leaves no options.
EW need to keep our avenues open. The more options can ne confusing and intimidating, but when u know ahta u want the u will be gald u had options.
i have many options to choose from when it comes to schools.
options means choices.
the first, the last
the in-betweens
what matters most is the final pick
might not make sense
but it gets you to think
was this the choice I choose to make?
I like options. I like to think of even more options than I am given. That may be a problem for the one presenting me the options, but I’ve often been the one presenting the options to my students, so I have to be able to generate options.
I’m a really indecisive person.
I’m afraid that I’ll make the wrong decision and watch everything go up in flames because of it.
But sometimes decisions have to be made.
What do you want to do, who do you want to be?
I don’t know, I whisper to myself, I don’t.
But maybe that’s ok.
her options were limited but she preferred to behave otherwise. she lived as if every action was a choice of hers as opposed to chosen for her. most would call it delusion–she preferred perception. if believed than, conceived. to her—she was limitless.
Options. as to opt out. opt in. to begin the end the final fatale the road more travelled which leg of the fork in the road to choose. options. to go up or down to bounce above the ground 6 feet up six fee down. options lead to choices. love. or fear.
Options and decisions, i can never make decisions because of the impossible amount of infinite options their could be . One option is to never make a decision and the other option is to sleep.
There are options. There are always options. Knowing that the choice you made may not be the best choice can be maddening. Sometimes I wonder if this constant awareness of the possibilities that I haven’t experienced does more harm than good.
man i think im running outta options
you got got me in this hot seat
but i feel as if ive got nothing
nothing to show
nowehere to go
theres too much shit in this life that i dont know
my shoulders are heavy im moving slow
but i think that means I only have room to grow
Her options were simple, She could keep on waiting, or she could move on. But in her heart she knew what she wanted to do, and that was she wanted to see this through.
Sometimes, having too many options is too much. it forces you to pick apart your choices, find assets and faults that in the end are inconsequential. We like things easy, things given to us without having to work. Maybe this or that, nothing more, is really all we need to decide upon.
There were many options. The menu was too complicated. We knew we would get butter chicken, we always get the butter chicken. But what else? We get two mains with the banquet, but we had to choose another… The problem is no other dish will ever compare to the butter chicken… The greatest food in the world…
Today is such a beautiful day to go on a nice vacation to the bahamas.But unfortunately, I can not make that possible, because I have to work.
“Options. Options. Options,” I cross my arms, smirking. “I am tired of making your options and suffering the consequences, darling.”
Well I have quite some options. Too bad that none of them really appeals to me. So many ways are laid out before me but I just sit here.
something where you are given difference choices. Freedom, and ability to make the decision you want based on what is given to you. Variety, in the things offered.
Left or right, sinner or saint, do I take this road less traveled, what dangers lurk, what surprises await, do I eat now or later, do I not eat at all, these options…
I have a lot of options but i dont like any. Options are a bad thing to have because make you choose between things you like and things you need to prioratize. makes you think and go insane. too many options is bad. 1 option is bad too.
He lit up a cigarette and leaned on the edge of the railing, hoping to puff away his agony. His life seemed as bleak and lifeless as it was a year back, only countless failed job interviews was an element which was missing this time. Whatever options did he have anyway? Nothing expect living the life of a gruff loafer, loathed by all.
I see myself through this lens
Rather than seeing my capabilities i see limitations
I’m too sick, unworthy, insensitive
These opportunities are before me
Where do I go
I need more time,
But the options paralyze me
Options were never something I had in abundance. I often wondered what I should do with my life. But what does that even mean? Is a career life? Life, a career? I don’t think I should be valued by what I do necessarily but by who I am. Even if I am a simple understaker.
I wish I had more options about what to do with my time this summer. Of course I will be busy with working at school and babysitting on the weekends, but I can’t really spend my time how I want. I wish I had the option to spend a summer night in the park with my love. I wish I had the option to take him on a nice dinner date. I wish I had the option to spend the night with him, just one more time.
we all have a road to pick, a road to take, an option. It is with this that we make the worst , best or meaningless choices. Some worse than others. No one can really tell the diffrence concidering right and wrong are a man made consturuction. It is not the options we make its the ones we dont make that are the real problem.
Opinions is something that everyone has. Thats being, everyone has diffurent opinions. In the world i see around me today, the opinions i see the most are about changes that people think are needed in the world.
The world has many options. What matters most is that you make the right ones. Do I eat or not? Do I promise or not? Well I’m the only one who asks themselves do I kill or not?
Some people believes that success is all about having more options. But, as you have more options, it becomes more difficult to compare different options and make right decision. The more you move upward on ladder of success, more you have to spend time in comparing different options. So, more options some time become a deli-ma because it becomes difficult to identify “right” option.
I keep getting options. Maybe there should be an option to have a word other than options? There’s only so much I can say about it before I run out of combinations of words in the English languague. I wonder what Options is in French?
Options, like when you’re at Mcdonald’s and you think to yourself, should you take the chicken burger or go for 20 nuggets. The burger will be more meal-like, but the nuggets are just goddamn perfect. Minus the fact they’re probably made from Chicken Anus
there are many choices that present themselves to you in life
options, competing for your favor
but sometimes you just have to go on a whim
and trust that what you do is best
“Okay, so what are our options here?”
“We could stay here and finish off our homework, go to that party tonight or just go home and get yelled at by Carol. Take your pick.”
“Be serious, Cassie.”
You have many options in life. To marry, to become a rubbish collector, to go to the library until your head swells. My options were broader than most because I live in the developed world and found education easily accessible. Other people aren’t so lucky. My options were limited
I have many options in this life. So many, in fact, that it often overwhelms me. I think about all of the places I could go, the things I could do, and the things I could see. I think about which would best benefit me but the reality is that I just don’t know. I’m 21 years old, and yet, I still just don’t know. I don’t know where I’m going but I hope I pick what’s best in the end.
As it stands, we have to try one of two options. The first option is to go on the offensive. Make sure everyone knows we mean business. If they get too close to our territory, we shoot first and ask questions later. And hopefully we won’t have to actually ask questions because, hey, they’ll be dead. And dead people tend not to be very inquisitive.
The second option: Run. Run as fast as we can. When the tanks start rolling in, we’ll be long gone. The mountains will still be capped with snow when we hide.
So many options we face everyday… What should I wear? Who should I talk to? What should I eat? Yet, we don’t think about our biggest option enough, Who will I be?
I carefully weighed my options and I moved my finger along the rim of the glass. I wondered how long their eyes have been fixed on me. They were awaiting an answer. My heart raced. I felt a single bead of sweat form above my brow. What do I tell them? Is there anything they don’t already know about me?