Options...

Options are funny things. Like traveling a road and coming to a fork, we've got options... We go left, or right, or back, or stay right where we are. Two roads, four options. The more the choices presented, the more the options exponentially grow. Yet every decision, depite the possibility of numerous options, there are two basic choices; we stay where we are or we move forward. Moving forward continues the experience of life's journey, standing pat puts us in a holding pattern, and a static pattern creates a rut.
I think "keeping our options open" is something we tell ourselves when we are afraid of our choices, our options, and so place ourselves in a holding pattern. Yet it becomes more and more difficult to hold our options open, for life has a way of moving forward, even when we are hesitant to do so ourselves. Sometimes our options are taken from us, the choice is made by the circumstances of life's constant move forward, and our desire to "hold open" our other choices is removed, and the choice is made for us. Perhaps not what we ultimately desire, but what we are left with as a result of our inability to decide when life presented us with choices.
There are always options in life; there's not always choice is we fail to be proactive and decisive.