thank you for your hopes for the best,
of course even at the best of times
we do not make the best decisions,
we make decisions blind or half blind,
various degrees of informed;
the best course is sometimes obvious
in retrospect,
better courses become more apparent,
sadly mistakes are usually obvious,
some tragically are glaringly obvious;
but even attempted rational decisions
are best thought upon in depth prayed upon,
then made in faith hoping for the best,
those made in emotion,
with anger or when hurt
are often spoken recipes
for irreparable disasters...
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