There's no way the decision wont affect your whole life; its what its called.
How does one go about taking a big decision? Weighing the pros and cons, deliberating, discussing, and if you're neurotic, then a little bit of hyperventilating, and then doing what you always do - going by the instinct of that moment.
"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot that you don't."
These words from Fight Club have never before rung so true to me. So how does one take Life Decisions when one doesn't know for sure what one wants?
For, what I want now and what I want some time later are two separate things. For, sometimes, in the night, I think I want something, and I act on it and I regret it in the morning. So how do I take life decisions based on what I want when once I get it I might realize I don't want it anymore?
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
A life lived with movies, books, music, writing, consumption and production of creative output; and voluntary solitude. Or a life spent following a template considered sacrosanct by all and sundry. The choice should have been obvious. The decision a non-decision. The path, natural.
You think I don't know you Alexander? I can look inside your memories, Your nightmares, your dreams. You're a man haunted by those two most terrible words, What If?
In the only life I have, why do I choose to choose security over the call of the conscience? Diffidence is a motherfucker.
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on – hit me, before I lose my nerve.
Hit Me. Before I lose my nerve.
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And in true tradition of the unread ranting blogger who updates his blog once in several months, but each time feels that this time he will be more regular. You know, the ones who have this as their last post on their blog, 3 months after their second last post - "I guess I have ignored this blog for long. But I will post more regularly from now on". Mr. "Its for my sake; I dont care about anyone reading it. " Yeah, so in true tradition of that ilk, I'll be making the following future posts -
Revival with Relapse - Marshall Mathers. Eminem. Slim Shady. Relapse. What it meant.
Dear Louise - To the random reader of my posts in 2011 (hah) who decides to do some back reading. This sorry excuse for a blog is for you.
A crush in the blogosphere. What are the mechanics of putting blade on a girl you've never seen, but are in love with the writing of whom. My English teachers will not be proud of me.
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
A life lived with movies, books, music, writing, consumption and production of creative output; and voluntary solitude. Or a life spent following a template considered sacrosanct by all and sundry. The choice should have been obvious. The decision a non-decision. The path, natural.
You think I don't know you Alexander? I can look inside your memories, Your nightmares, your dreams. You're a man haunted by those two most terrible words, What If?
In the only life I have, why do I choose to choose security over the call of the conscience? Diffidence is a motherfucker.
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on – hit me, before I lose my nerve.
Hit Me. Before I lose my nerve.
---------------
And in true tradition of the unread ranting blogger who updates his blog once in several months, but each time feels that this time he will be more regular. You know, the ones who have this as their last post on their blog, 3 months after their second last post - "I guess I have ignored this blog for long. But I will post more regularly from now on". Mr. "Its for my sake; I dont care about anyone reading it. " Yeah, so in true tradition of that ilk, I'll be making the following future posts -
Revival with Relapse - Marshall Mathers. Eminem. Slim Shady. Relapse. What it meant.
Dear Louise - To the random reader of my posts in 2011 (hah) who decides to do some back reading. This sorry excuse for a blog is for you.
A crush in the blogosphere. What are the mechanics of putting blade on a girl you've never seen, but are in love with the writing of whom. My English teachers will not be proud of me.
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