Decisions. Decisions. Who needs 'em?
Everybody, apparently.
It's disconcerting to come face-to-face with yourself. Realizing that there are certain things you no longer need. Like the morning 'kiddy' drink before breakfast.You've graduated to caffeine.
Questions. Everywhere. Nothing's for granted any more, not even you, yourself.You're afraid you're not making the right choices, you're screwing up, falling into the trap that you looked condescendingly at, from above.
Who defines things, anyway?Who decides which race to run?
And,when do you know it's time?
To question.To move on.To grow up.
2 comments:
Really you are the ONLY person after Choi who can literally read my mind. I have been asking myself the same things for the past one month. Thank you for the post pwincess! *HUG*
yes I hate to make important decisions. nobody defines them actually. We do; it's entirely a matter of perspective - how we look at things, how we interpret the questions and how we choose to deal with them, or rather answer them.
It's not just that we're making decisions.
It's that we're choosing to make them rather than drifting along.
It's that we're growing up and we acknowledge that fact, however unwillingly.
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