Decision’s Conflict

There’s sometimes a thought that the surface beneath my feet would break apart and I would have to formulate a swift decision whether to jump onto the left side of the surface or the right. And how many seconds do I have to decide…

Sometimes, decisions associated to life are exactly identical. We make decisions emotionally, irrationally, through our anger, through our fears, through our lapse of happiness, through inspirations and enthusiasms. We make decisions throughout the day. Like, choosing between outfits is a decision, surfing through books to check which subject to study today and why is also a decision, to confide something important to someone else also employs a decision, And many more…

The decisions we make every day and finally latch onto the final conclusion, how exactly are we certain we are making the right choice? Do we ever weigh the consequences of our decisions? It appears perplexing a bit.

There are times when I go absolutely berserk when I make any decision… It sort of feels like as I’m suspended on a football turf in between two identical goals. And I’ll have to decide which one’s mine to score. Inquiring for directions from my elders doesn’t encourage me, instead it steers my mind into a furious haywire…. Or turmoil. I’m forced to put up with other points that I’m instructed by others into consideration and suddenly the span of choices feels vast enough to get me an entrance acknowledgment to a mental institution.

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~ So, which of you feel the relatable feeling? Is it only me?

Comment down below about your own experience when it comes to make decisions.

© beautiful monkey