Unsettled feelings when options seem to be open for choosing. Imprisoned within the rails of options and consequences. The more options, the more liberating, the more stakes involved. Funny when you got no other options, or anything to lose, you end up braver.
What a paradox.
Given the freedom to choose, and yet, one cannot makes up his/her mind, clouding whatever perspectives which should be in place.
It's a weird world out there. How nice it is not to think or make any decisions.
Then again, is that a life worth cherishing?
