Cheer up. Christmas will soon be over. It won't be long till there is nothing left to celebrate - or look forward to. Then we can get back to real life ...
At the time when everybody’s mind occupied with all the fuss that surrounds festive season, I appeared to have even more time to get engaged into meaningless conversations with myself…the best thing about such kind of conversations – you never get to be rudely interrupted (well, unless, of course, you’d have to say to yourself “shut the fuck up” )
They say – when you find yourself in the deep waters, it’s either sink or swim, the choice is yours…funny how so many of us never believe in that it is us making our choices…even when we let others to decide for us, it is still our choice to let them…Recently I’ve read a good article on Choices. It says:
Your life is defined by the decisions you make. Choosing one thing over another, or over four others, shapes what happens next…
If there were choices you could make that would make life better, wouldn’t you make them?
There are many reasons why people don’t choose…choosing can be scary…from the other hand in certain circumstances not choosing could be even scarier…it is always what we don’t know that scares us…so when you cannot see where your choices lead you, naturally you hesitate to go there…In discussing those things with myself I came to the mutual conclusion that you don’t necessary have to feel good about choices you make…sometimes you have to make unpleasant choice, painful choice, or heartless choice in order to force your life to go the way other that it was going…It was also noted to me by me that it seems like the more I’m scared of the choice, the more I’m excited about it… Some people love to choose (Cool! I get to pick!), and others dread it (Bummer. I have to decide.)…with me it is more like Gee, it looks so scary that it would be so cool to try!
It wasn’t always like this, mind you. I was indecisive for the most of my adult life, going with the flow or rather with somebody else’s choices. And I cannot deny I liked it this way. No responsibilities, you see…I am beginning to see why my life kicked me the way it did – perhaps it is time for me to learn to make my own choices. The Choices That Thrill Me and not just the matter of convinient ajustment to the choice of another...somehow I'm delighted becoming selfish...
At the time when everybody’s mind occupied with all the fuss that surrounds festive season, I appeared to have even more time to get engaged into meaningless conversations with myself…the best thing about such kind of conversations – you never get to be rudely interrupted (well, unless, of course, you’d have to say to yourself “shut the fuck up” )
They say – when you find yourself in the deep waters, it’s either sink or swim, the choice is yours…funny how so many of us never believe in that it is us making our choices…even when we let others to decide for us, it is still our choice to let them…Recently I’ve read a good article on Choices. It says:
Your life is defined by the decisions you make. Choosing one thing over another, or over four others, shapes what happens next…
If there were choices you could make that would make life better, wouldn’t you make them?
There are many reasons why people don’t choose…choosing can be scary…from the other hand in certain circumstances not choosing could be even scarier…it is always what we don’t know that scares us…so when you cannot see where your choices lead you, naturally you hesitate to go there…In discussing those things with myself I came to the mutual conclusion that you don’t necessary have to feel good about choices you make…sometimes you have to make unpleasant choice, painful choice, or heartless choice in order to force your life to go the way other that it was going…It was also noted to me by me that it seems like the more I’m scared of the choice, the more I’m excited about it… Some people love to choose (Cool! I get to pick!), and others dread it (Bummer. I have to decide.)…with me it is more like Gee, it looks so scary that it would be so cool to try!
It wasn’t always like this, mind you. I was indecisive for the most of my adult life, going with the flow or rather with somebody else’s choices. And I cannot deny I liked it this way. No responsibilities, you see…I am beginning to see why my life kicked me the way it did – perhaps it is time for me to learn to make my own choices. The Choices That Thrill Me and not just the matter of convinient ajustment to the choice of another...somehow I'm delighted becoming selfish...