We all hope that the juice is worth the squeeze...

To start off any article with a dictionary definition is just a horrendous cliche and in any serious writer or journalist's opinion should never be done. This is why I have decided to start with mine two sentences in. Timing is: "the choice, judgement, or control of when something should be done", unfortunately the problem with this definition is that it highlights that timing is subject to our own choices. This elephant in the room "should" shows us that fate may have us in a situation but we ultimately decide on whether or not to take action and force the hand and turn an oppurtunity into reality.

We can lay down our blueprints and plans for life but these can be derailed so very quickly by a chance meeting, an off the cuff discussion or whether or not we simply miss our train in the morning and then we're forced to take the 07:57 rather than the comfort of our usual 07:36.It may well be twenty minutes but it could be the most valuable minutes of your life. My Great Aunty Betty once told me that life is just a series of choices, one after another. She added that the key to a happy and successful life is simply if the good outweigh the bad. She has a point but then in my eyes she can do no wrong, I have always loved those Werther's Originals. Honestly, they are just mind control butterscotch. The CIA should stop waterboarding and simply crack open a packet of those. There you go Barack, a solution for what to do with the three hundred odd left in Guantanamo for no reason, nine months after you said they would be released...butterscotch goodness.

Anyways, terrorism and confectionary should be adressed in another blog altogether.

These decisions determine the course that our lives take, whether for better or for worse. Each crossroads rears it's ugly head and the way that we deal with these can have a devastating effect on the how we conduct our entire lives. Pretty daunting stuff. Although a scary and potentially damning decision is faced by all of us and no matter how much we agonise over it, I think that everyone knows deep down what the right decision is going to be. That voice deep down in the back of our head dictates what we do. I call mine Rupert.

In a way these decisions are influenced by whether or not we are willing to gamble and take that chance. Do you throw those dice, try and bluff your way out of a bad hand or support Spurs. All massive gambles in themselves and there is no way that when making the decision that you'll know whether or not it's the right one, even though there is that voice inside telling you what to do. All you can do is hope for the big payoff in the end.

We all hope that the juice is worth the squeeze because what if it isn't?