Know When To Fold Them, by Q. Reyes – Artistic Warfare #27

June 21, 2009 Q. Reyes 0 Comments

Decision-making is one of those things we take for granted; yet, we make decisions on a constant basis. There’s probably nothing we do more than make decisions in our daily lives. How do we make most decisions? Where to eat, what to eat, when to eat, how to eat? – that’s just an example of the decisions we make all day every day.

How do we know when to NOT make a decision? How do we know when enough is enough? In poker, the term “know when to fold them” means just that. Knowing when to count your losses and walk away. Sometimes is as simple as not making a decision at all, and letting things flow naturally.

Let’s say you’ve been at a dead end job for twenty years. Is it time to “fold them”? Could it be too late to fold them now? It’s never too late, but the fact is that knowing when it’s as important as what to do.

You’ve probably have had many chances and reasons to leave your horrible job, but for other, more urgent reasons, you’ve stayed. There’s nothing wrong if you crave stability and you’re perfectly happy at a place that drains your every last bit of energy – so long as you know when to fold them.

Let’s face it. Life is a waiting room for death. It’s all it is. It’s that simple. We might think we have free will and that our choices make or break what happens to us or to the world around us, but in reality that is a very selfish view of reality.

Based on the above statement, “knowing when to fold them” becomes contradictory, since it really doesn’t matter if we “fold them” in the first place. If you believe in destiny, then your decisions are irrelevant. They’re a mere mirage of having a choice in the inevitable.

Then there are those people, however, that believe in free will so deeply, that they make even more decisions in order to prove that they’re in charge. It all works great – until they die. If you have “free will” then will yourself to live forever!

Our ultimate destiny in life is to die. Once you stop living in denial and recognize that you’re not permanent, only then you can make better decisions. A wise man once told me, “I ain’t no wise man”, and then he urinated his pants. What did I learn from this? That man’s crazy.

Back to the lecture at hand, perfection is perfected so I’m a let her understand, from a young G’s perspective, and before digging a hoe I gots to find a contraceptive. If you’re wondering, yes, those are paraphrased lyrics from a Snoop Dogg song. Don’t ask my why I just wrote that. I really don’t know.

Anyway, oh, yeah, “knowing when to fold them”. Right. Sorry I had to re-read the title. It happens sometimes when I’m trying to watch “So You Think You Can Dance” and write this at the same time. Is it true that most male dancers are gay? Sure seems that way – and by the way, I’m no fan of the lyrical-style dances. It just seems that all they do is drag themselves through the floor.

Now, in Gloria Estefan’s own words, “come on everybody come and do that conga”. Sort of like when Halle Berry showed her boobs in Swordfish, what is the moral of my story? There is none. This is just art imitating life. There is no moral to life’s story either.

My suggestion? Stop acting as if you’re full of choices, and just live your life. I have an experiment for you: Do something out of the ordinary. For the next week don’t choose what you want to eat. Just let it happen. I guarantee you that you will not go hungry. If you believe in destiny, destiny will take care of you. If you believe in God, then more the reason not to worry – you should know better than to think you’re in control.

You people are so stupid. Ahahaha! Ahahaha! I’m not stupid – I’m crazy! (and I just urinated my pants… again).

Q. is listening to Jazz right now. Q. is also on Twitter, and you may choose to follow him and he’ll follow you back @qreyes Q. also enjoys long walks on the beach, and the occasional fried Twinkie.