Moving Cheese
It's hard enough to decide on your own when you need to move on. But believe me, it's harder to watch someone you love decide to not move on at all. Even if you know it's not doing the person any good, yet that person believes that whatever is happening is because it's fate and that's how life chooses to treat that person. I was once in that intersection. Not such good streets to be in. I was stuck. I was thinking of whether or not I should take the jump. Without thinking, I took it. Then after a few full moons, I was stuck again. It got me thinking whether or not my first decision was right at all. My sister bought a book before, "Who Moved My Cheese?". It was always in the hallway and I never bothered to pick it up. That was around 3 years ago. When I was walking in the library last month, I suddenly remembered the title and looked it up. The whole book didn't take me an hour to read. I just kept flipping through page after page. It was an ea...