Decisions

I woke up one morning, it was nothing more than that, just another morning in my regular life. Nothing special was bound to happen, but thing usually don´t go the way you expect it. There I was walking down the street like every other morning, at the exact same time, the same way I have been doing it for the past four years.
As I bumped through the people on the street, keeping my head down, just moving I never stopped to think or look at others, I never did, I always felt inferior in some way, even though I´m taller, more educated, or whatever, I feel inferior because I don´t care much about myself, and that is the truth.
But why would I tell a story of something that is normal, as in every story there must be a reason for it to be told. This day, even though I didn't knew it yet, was bound to be my last day on this world.
As I was waiting for my coffee this incredible woman came through the door, she had this inner light, so strong, so bright that even a blind man could see her. I had met her before and we were, to call it somehow, friends. After no consideration of the possible ramifications I decided to go to her and ask her out. She looked at me, and with shocked expression, told me that she would never go out with me. I did expected that result, but what I did not expected were the reaction that my mind would have.
I grabbed my coffee, and left the building. Waked in silence the remaining way towards my office, and sat down at my desk, looking through the window.
As I drank my coffee my mind started to analyze the force that breaking the glass would require, and the amount of possible damage that I would receive from a four story fall.
As I was falling together with broken glass I saw a bus coming. Instead of hitting the floor as expected, I landed in the roof of the bus, and bounced off to the floor. sadly for me I wasn't killed immediately. As I felt the blood leaving my body someone approached through the crowd. It was the girl that had just rejected me. She looked me in the eye and asked me why.
With the last of my strengths I told her, that her rejection was the last one I could handle and I wanted this to happen I wanted to let go. She looked me in the eye, and said something that I was unable to understand, all I know is that she was smiling, and called me an idiot.
Everything started to fade away, and as I was in my final moments I thought to my self about the decisions we make in life.

Is there ever a good decision?