The Lipstick I Have Chosen
Two
lipsticks sat on my makeup kit that day:
matte and
glossy
and I
needed to be ready for the party, so I swatched the matte…
and the
glossy as well.
It looked
shiny and shimmering.
Oh yes! it was beyond mesmerizing
Yet it
was what all the other girls are wearing.
I looked
at the matte
and it
didn’t look bad and flat.
But
sorry, I couldn’t put on the two and have two pairs of lips.
So I chose the matte one
and kept
the glossy one for another day.
Yet knowing
how easily it would leave my lips,
I doubted
if I should ever wear it.
Without
any sign of a regret or a sigh,
I shall
be wearing what my heart has chosen
And talk
about it to my best friend.
Some time
before the party:
two lipsticks sat on my makeup kit, and I
chose the
matte for my lips to wear.
It didn’t
budged but stayed on my lips forever,
And that
has made all the difference.
- Cristine Despares
*A poem inspired by Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'. Nothing spectacular, this is written all for the importance of choice and admiration for beauty.
Everyday, perhaps every seconds of our lives we are bombarded by different choices. Some of them might be as easy as choosing a beverage from Starbucks', yet there are those that require not just a minute or an hour of weighing things. Funny how even our choice for a simple thing such as a lipstick can occupy much of our thoughts (just for some girls only though).
I am currently in a state of choosing the best career option laid unto me. I felt blessed having varied options but I couldn't help feeling confuse at the same time. Each has their own advantages and disadvantages and I know for sure that nothing out of them would be perfect. Perfection doesn't exist and I strongly consider the idea of perfection as a subjective reality. I can only choose what's the best out of the circumstances attached into each of them. I might be labeled choosy, I wouldn't care less. My mind have come into a conclusion that any choice no matter how small it is has the power to lead us to damnation or to happiness. But then who really decides if we are damned or happy?
Everyday, perhaps every seconds of our lives we are bombarded by different choices. Some of them might be as easy as choosing a beverage from Starbucks', yet there are those that require not just a minute or an hour of weighing things. Funny how even our choice for a simple thing such as a lipstick can occupy much of our thoughts (just for some girls only though).
I am currently in a state of choosing the best career option laid unto me. I felt blessed having varied options but I couldn't help feeling confuse at the same time. Each has their own advantages and disadvantages and I know for sure that nothing out of them would be perfect. Perfection doesn't exist and I strongly consider the idea of perfection as a subjective reality. I can only choose what's the best out of the circumstances attached into each of them. I might be labeled choosy, I wouldn't care less. My mind have come into a conclusion that any choice no matter how small it is has the power to lead us to damnation or to happiness. But then who really decides if we are damned or happy?
Have a wonderful weekend everyone. Don't forget to exercise your right to choose what your heart desires.
love lots,
Tin
















