My son doesn’t believe in free will. He’s a philosophy buff with strong analytical skills that serve him well most of the time, but he may be overthinking things on this one. By contrast, my daughter acts as if she thinks free will is the end all and be all, and there should be nothing but personal choice.
Sitting in front of the flower stand in Philadelphia’s South Street today, scarfing down a snack before an author interview, I was feeling pretty philosophical. That’s what got me thinking about my children and choices. I wondered if the very campus I was headed to for a work assignment would be Aaron’s home by this time next year. He would then spend a fair amount of time in the very station I was sitting in, catching trains home for… kung fu.
Will he be chosen by the school(s) of his choice? What will he choose to do if not? I wondered.
What if my own first and second choices for colleges had been reversed and I’d gone to Boston instead of D.C.? I wouldn’t have been in D.C. to choose to help a co-worker drive from Washington to Austin for graduate school. Aaron and Ava wouldn’t be here, then. I wouldn’t have met the Texan ex-husband without those choices.
Choices and the consequences thereof can be wild and crazy things. Even the ones that seem like minutia can be game changers. I thought as I sipped from a soda.
As I gathered my equipment to head to the taxi stand, I could feel a headache coming on. It was time to give philosophical musings a rest. So I chose to do just that.