If we could go through life without having to make decisions how easy it would be huh?

Or so we think.

Life is all about deciding between this or that; a checked shirt or striped, or no shirt at all, between the handsome man who is a flirt or plain dependable guy, Miss India or the girl next door.

A friend of mine, a big businessman, came to me at a party, “Bob,” he said, “Will you teach me how to speak in public?”

 “Sure!” I said.

 “I am a multi-millionaire,” he said, “I make the toughest deals, but when I stand in front of an audience, I am tongue tied!”

The scream came from the bedroom, “Lizard?” I asked casually from the sitting room and found no reply, “Cockroach?” I shouted again, and again hearing no answer, rushed to where the wife was, “What’s wrong?” I asked.

 “Look at this!” she screamed, shoving the newspaper into my face, “look what it says!”

As a writer very often I face uncertain times, and have to make decisions regarding my future. Quite often I’ve hesitated, but one story retold by another writer has always helped me make decisions, and not hesitate too much. This is the other writer’s story, through an incident he captured: 

 “When I was a young writer with a very uncertain income, I went into a quiet park to contemplate a serious problem. For four years I had been engaged but didn't dare to marry. There was no way of foreseeing how little I might earn in the next year; moreover, we had long cherished a plan of living and writing in Paris, Rome, Vienna, London--everywhere. But how could we go three thousand miles away from everything that was familiar and secure, without the certainty of some money now and then?

Many years ago, just out of college, I worked in my father’s company as a salesman. There’s one lesson I learnt in sales, I’ve never forgotten, and that was to never allow the customer to feel that you needed the sale so desperately because you had no order.

Three were days when I would go the whole day without a single sale, going from house to house selling my product and then finally I had someone who let me in and evinced interest in what I had to sell.