There has never been a good or bad choice that didn't carry some kind of unforeseen consequence. Consequences, I often feel gets a bad rap because people don't understand that the definition of consequences just means result. People either spend time having regrets, or spend time blaming others for their choices. In either case, people in general have a hard time accepting responsibility for their choices. Although, lately I've been wondering if the reason people can't change their behavior is because they are unable to simply accept the fact that they fucked up. People have a hard time simply coming to terms that they FUCKED UP, and that they only need to look in the mirror to find the appropriate person to blame for the unforeseen consequences.
I find myself at this wonderful and awe-inspiring crossroads, and over the last 4 months (Jan - April) I was unable to run away from the fact that my choices in 2010 were to blame for the unforeseen consequences in the early part of 2011. It was a gut wrenching time for me, but I found a way to pull through it all. I find myself having to make a decision soon related to my desire to be a musician, I don't know if I want to open the case to my Bass Guitar, or if I want to leave it alone until I feel ready to deal with it. Although, I find myself realize that my desire not to play my bass guitar is simply a product of an unforeseen consequence of playing an instrument that I don't full appreciate and understand. So I believe I'm leaning towards simply trying to learn the instrument in which I feel connected to. I want to establish an emotional connection to the instrument, so that I can be a bad ass funky bass player again. And I truly believe that the consequences of my decision will be just as unforeseen as my ability to become very successful and proud of the direction that my education has taken me in.
