Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
I was listening to a 90’s Spotify station the other day and this song came on. I love this song. I’ve heard it hundreds of times. I know all the lyrics, however, on this most recent listen this line stood out to me.
How many times have I chosen the natural over the miracle?
How many times have I chosen the hard way over the easy?
How many times have I chosen the bland over the spectacular?