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Did you just do it? Did you just make a decision? Now breathe. Take in that summer air. You will have to toughen up for the consequences.

Turn past 24, the decisions you make, start having serious implications. You might feel the effect perhaps immediately on you next month’s pay check. Or you might find yourself wincing collectively at the size your savings account four years later. It is not just monetary or it is not always about making terrible choices. Sometimes, a fork can land you in a car that goes by name of Lotus. (Even if it took forever)

Sometimes, you make a call and that can change your zip code. 16509 was the past. 48105 was the recent past. 420013 was the only real past. Some decisions take you a few hundred miles, some take you a few miles and some take you over one ocean and one sea. This is the magnitude of consequence measured in distance.

Magnitude can also be measured in the ounces of salty secretion from your two eyes. Your friends, they could be affected by your decisions. And while you would try to address that imbalance, you are likely to forget the silent spectator that is your family.

Regardless, the decisions continue to come at you break-neck speed.

On a ramp on I-94, you decide the right lane.
On your last rational thought, you extinguish the flame.

On the phone, you decide to play game of blame.
On a dark night, you decide to forget the pain.

On an apartment balcony, a year later, you decide to wish her, again.
On a late summer’s night, the consequences hit you like a train.

Of course, if there could only be the availability of hindsight; the existence of time travel; the disproof of Newton’s third law of motion, Decision making would be easy. It would return you to your childhood days, where the worst decision you made only scuffed up you knee pretty bad.

However, to fully embrace your adulthood, you must forget the definition of hindsight and continue making your own choices.

Despite the consequence, or maybe, because of the consequence…