While standing beside a bread shelf,
I kept picking up and putting back bread bags over and over again.
Bread on the shelf always pretend to be better than those in my hand.
Whether they were bigger, heavier, or better baked, I could not tell.
I doubted if I could find the best.
I usually impel myself to make a quick decision,
which turns out too impatient and unreasoning.
Trying so hard to make myself a rational and decisive person,
yet the fact is I am not.
So this time, can I make a right choice,
I picked up the first touched one, payed then left…