Indecision Blighted My Life

... Or Did It? Should I have married Jillian? Could I have slept with Gemma? I undergo a million of this kind of dilemma. They crop up in a thrice, of course, but hang around for ever (or do they crop up in a force? Oh, why can’t I be clever?) I envy those with certitude, those free of hesitation. I ‘d love to be the kind of dude who knows no trepidation. If doubts exist and qualms are rife, you, luckiest of creatures, have found experience in life to be the best of teachers. So, if he says he has no fear, no ambiguity lingers: he never tried to snuff – it’s clear – a candle with his fingers.