As we get older, decisions and choices get more and more complex and tricky to make. Sometimes they are so twisted that right may seem bad while wrong might seem good, or sometimes there is no wrong or right that you just gotta pick something and live with it and prepare for the best or the worse.
The fear of making the wrong choice is what often makes me not want to make a choice at all. But choosing to not make a choice is also a choice. Why does it never stop. Life is a series of choices and it is pretty much up to us to make what we want out of it. Having to make millions of choices a day sometimes blinds us of the main reason as to why we make any choice at all.
Damn, choices are like extremely deep Inceptions and every one of the choices are to lead to the next choice and the choice after that and it doesn’t stop until we die. Hmmm, I think I am grateful for still having choices to make now, it reminds me that I am still alive and have some amount of power over how I want to live it.
I guess that’s why I find it so depressingly difficult to make certain choices. I really love my life and take it very seriously. I get quite stressed from over thinking things. 🙁