Of Drug Allusions and Decisions

(With all the good choices you could make, why choose to make a bad one?)

Is my fortune cookie telling me not to do drugs? I feel like this is one of those "The More You Know" commercials.

Drug allusions aside, I keep thinking about all the choices I've had where good from bad and right from wrong weren't quite clear. And what about the ones that seemed to be the absolute perfect decision, but in hindsight become deep regrets? Or those times when we feel we are left with no choice at all?

When I turned sixteen, I would bust out of the house with my mother calling after me, "I love you! Make good choices!" Of course, at sixteen, I chose to ignore those wise words and did, indeed, make some pretty stupid mistakes. But it's a lesson you learn as you grow up. At sixteen I also drove like a maniac, drank underage, and probably did a few more things than was appropriate at my age.
At 22, I (contrary to popular belief) drive less like a maniac, drink much more responsibly (that's also up for debate), and think about the consequences before my actions. I've learned to look before I leap.

But in comparing the two, at 16 I didn't think I had a choice. Between peer pressure and just wanting to do something that looked like fun, I did make bad choices. I don't regret them but I don't plan on telling my kids about them until they are well into their years and able to look bad at their bad choices as well.
At 22, I'm sure I still have bad choices to make, to look back on, and to see my other options at the time.

My point is, not every situation lends itself to good or bad. Sometimes its between a rock and a hard place, the lesser of the two evils. And years later, when you look back at your choices and decisions, give yourself a little slack. Oh if you knew then what you knew now things would be different.
Or would they?