Here's a novel concept: when confronted with many choices, what if you DIDN'T choose one? What if you just endlessly explored the options without making any concrete decisions? I think you end up frazzled. Again, in my self-analysis of why I'm an idiot, it dawned on me that the decisions I think I make are not what they seem. What actually happens is I hesistate and I'm so unsure that I end up waiting for circumstances to work themselves out. Essentially, what happens is I give power to everyone but myself.
Why do I find it so difficult to know what I want? Why am I more concerned about what makes other people happy? I have such a hard time defining what I want. If you can't define your dreams, they'll never come true. I might add, that line sounds exactly like the psychobabble BS that I hate.
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