Opportunity and Choice

Source: We Heart It
Source: We Heart It

Summer is almost over. The air is cooling and the days are getting shorter. Our time in this beautiful part of the world is drawing to a close. In a few days, we will be back home: back to the routine of waking up early and rushing to work. I do not look forward to the stress and the endless days that merge into one. Returning to that life does not bear thinking about. I would much rather spend time here, in these woods, listening to the sound of the birds and seeing the greenery of the dense trees.

I guess it is time to go back. I need to organise the clean-up, clear out the fridge, strip the beds. Somehow I have ended up in the mother-role among my group of friends. The result, maybe, of being the eldest child with the parental expectation that I would always be aΒ good little helper. I look around and realise that I have no idea where I am. In my desire to escape the realities of my life, I have wandered into the thickest part of the woods. I turn around and walk back to where I think I was. Surely I will eventually get to the cottage we rented for two weeks if I continue on this path?

Walking through the trees, I come across a clearing and see a gypsy wagon. I am drawn to this old method of transport. I have heard the stories about gypsies and how dangerous they are. And yet I feel the need to move towards this home. As I near the wagon I call out: “Hello?” My only answer seems to be the chirping birds and the sound of the leaves rustling in the trees above me. “Is anybody home?”

The door to the gypsy home opens and before me stands a young woman. Her wavy black hair frames her olive-coloured skin. Her blue eyes seem to pierce deep within my soul. I have the sense she is looking deep within me. Whatever she sees must have pleased her for she smiles and holds out her hand towards me. “Come in Talia. I have been waiting for you.”

How did she know my name? Heart beating, I am drawn to enter her space. Inside the wagon, it is cool. For some reason my fear vanishes. I sense instinctively that this woman means me no harm. “Come sit down with me and we will look at what it is you wish to know.” Was she a fortuneteller, here to tall me my future?

I sit down opposite her at the small table. She smiles at me. “You have come to a crossroads Talia. You have allowed yourself to be persuaded to lead a life that you do not wish to have. You work at a job you do not enjoy, you are to be married to a man you do not love, you have shelved your dreams and forgotten what it is to be truly happy and content. You are to make a decision soon that could either let you continue with this life – or lead you away from all this.”

“You cannot tell me what is going to happen for certain?”

“Nothing is for certain Talia. In our lives we come across opportunities and we make choices. These choices impact on the type of life that we live. Soon you are going to make one such choice. I cannot see which way you will decide. I do see, however, that you feel stifled in your current life and that you desire the freedom of change.”

I look at her and remember all the frustration, stress and unhappiness that I had felt over the last two years. Her words do not surprise me.

“Would you like something to drink before I take you to where you need to be?”

“A glass of water would be good. I do admit I am a little lost. I’ve been wandering in these woods for a couple of hours.”

“The trees can be a little disorientating if you are not used to them. I will lead you out – though I do not wish for your friends to see me. Not everyone is as accepting of my lifestyle and appearance as you are.”

I enjoy my short time withe the gypsy woman. As promised she takes me to the edge of the woods and waves goodbye. As I walk up the track to where we were staying, I come across those who were walking from another part of the wooded area. Normally I would have ignored them and walked straight on. But at that moment I no longer wanted to be a city girl – I wished instead to enjoy the open friendliness of the people who lived in the countryside. Walking with them, I learn about their project to keep the woods safe from development. They tell me passionately about the loss of so many trees and ecosystems in the area. They want to make this woodland a nature reserve and, with the backing of local wealth, they intend to preserve it for many generations to enjoy. What they needed now was someone who would deal with the legal issues.

I goΒ back to the city. But only to tidy things up. I work my notice and give the ring back to my fiance. I pack my boxes and leave behind all the trappings of corporate life. An opportunity came and I made a choice. A choice I have never regretted.

What choices have you made that you did not regret?

Β© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014

(This post was inspired by Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday prompt)


36 thoughts on “Opportunity and Choice

  1. Wonderful, timely article, as I’ve been so frustrated in my job and stifled not knowing a way out. I will ponder some more until I see a solution. Thank you for your beautiful writing. ~SueBee


  2. Wow – go Colline. Such spirited writing. It’s interesting how so many of us have used this prompt to find our way through writing into a more fulfilling place.
    I like the character in this story – there is a authenticity to her and to the way you write. Very well done indeed.


  3. What a wonderful story! Colline, you never cease so surprise me! I absolutely love to read them! Absolutely beautiful! πŸ˜€

    I am glad that Talia made the right choice. I would have done the same. πŸ˜€

    The answer to your question : Marrying my hubby. πŸ˜€


    1. Thank you Sonel for the compliment πŸ™‚
      It is always good to see people who have made the right choice in marriage. It shows onlookers that marriage can be a good thing that can last for many years.

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  4. The gypsy wagon really serves as a strong metaphor for a major change, doesn’t it? It takes courage to make a change and often the right choices are the hardest ones to make at the time. Yet they serve as a means at a chance for long lasting happiness and also a way to bring out our greatest gifts. This message comes through in your story.


    1. I agree with you. And so often we look to others to give us permission to make that change. And yet, the strength to do so is to be found within ourselves.


  5. I love this piece Colline, it reminds me so very much of my own life. I can really empathize with it. You have captured that feeling of not wanting to return to the same old situation (whatever that maybe). I’ve been there many times, and have consequently made many big changes in my life. I have never regretted a single one. You have to be selfish to do this. I almost get a feeling that the woman in the story is that other side of you – the free spirit who dreams of having time to just sit. That side that responsibilities hold back – the selfish side. Your unselfish side keeps you bound to care for others, who maybe have no idea about that other you.


    1. I think many of us have this side Jude – especially moms who feel they have to do the best for their children. And you are right – there are times when we have to be selfish and think of doing what will be for our own benefit.


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