Choices

Why can't all choices be simple?
Why can't they all be,
Window or aisle?
Coffee, or tea?
Not career, or romance?
~ Donna Jensen (View From the Top, 2003)

I am a window seat person. My dad makes sure that he requests for a window seat whenever he books my ticket for me.

I'm never a big fan of coffee, I only drink it when I have to. It's always tea for me. 2 sugars, no milk.

I believe I'm a person with clear preferences, and I base my choices on them.

But a life that I love, or people whom I love? Where do I even begin?

Why can't I have both?

Why can't I wake up to a job that excites me and pays well, at the same time come home to someone I love at the end of the day?

Why can't I stay in a country that I won't be constantly pissed off, and have my family around me at the same time?

Why does it have to be one or the other?

Why do I have to choose?