Decisive

Someone called me “decisive” and it led me down the memory lane

To a time when I was indecisive to the point of being a pain

In the neck for my family, back and forth I would go

Before taking a decision, I never seemed to know

What path to take, here I must acknowledge

That of having multiple choices, I had the privilege

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I wonder what direction my life would have taken

If I had been decisive, if I had not forsaken

Enviable opportunities that had presented themselves to me

I lost them to indecision and uncertainty

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It is entirely possible that being indecisive was a blessing in disguise

Perhaps I made the right decision, though back then I did not realize

That in my indecision, I was choosing something good

My life has turned out to be better than I thought it would

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These days my choices are relatively few

And I have become more decisive too