The Dilemma of the Shoes

First of all, on choices: Everybody has got to make them. It's a fact of life. The possibilities are endless. Which school to go to, whether to brush first before flossing, vice versa, or even your lifestyle; in Pilars case it's whom to love - if such a choice can even be said to exist. She finds herself between the proverbial rock and a hard place, forced to choose between two ideals. On one hand she has culture, and on the other she has physical beauty. Each presents a side of a coin, if you will. They are both viable choices, that is to say, they are the same type of coin, but one is heads, the other tails. 

Part of this exercise is relating this 'toss of the coin' to my own life. At the risk of sounding rude, it is my opinion that such matters are more the concern of females and in the case of males, womanizers. However, yes, I have experienced such a dilemma at one point in my life. That is not to say it was a dilemma of whom to marry, rather it was more of learning to be content with something. I don't want to delve too deep into the details, but suffice it to say, I had a choice between two. A person that seemed quite ideal, and one that didn't quite fit that particular criteria. In the end I learned a valuable lesson. Sometimes you need to settle for less, and make the best out of it. (How cliche, I know). If I had to put this lesson into metaphor, I'd put it this way:

Say, you going to buy a new pair of shoes. You already know which particular pair of shoes you want to purchase. You take them off the shelf and try them on, but it doesn't fit right. Sure, they look neat and they're the ones you've been waiting all week to buy, but the fit is just wrong. On the other hand, you spot a pair of shoes that don't quite suit your fancy, but upon trying them on, they fit snuggly. Your choice. Make of it what you will.