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Tall, Dark and Digital

Naked and Afraid

  By | Tuesday, 09 February 2016

I sometimes dance naked in my bedroom...

 

The choices we make define us. Right? At 26 years old, I’m pretty unsure about that. I’d actually like to believe it isn’t so.

Choices don’t define you. You are undefinable. You can change a million times. There are always new things to try, explore, and do. New people to meet, befriend, and love.

There is no reason you need to be defined by your choices.

So why should you choose to keep reading? Because you’re just like me. You know how young you are, but how old you feel. We have the same compulsion to be “liked” on social media. We overanalyze choices early in life that won’t impact the latter. We seek purpose every minute at an age where we also seek pizza every hour.

Take a second.

I’m currently struggling with a big life decision. A big life choice. I’m at a mental crossroads and I’ve run out of gas. So I’ve decided to sit on the hood of my car, watch the tumbleweeds lazily roll by, and think.

I must have researched, read, and attempted 100 different things over the last year. I’ve been trying to find what I love. And I’m still trying. At least I can say I now have a better idea.

When confronted with big life choices, I overscrutinize my dilemmas. I dissect them into more pieces than a bowl of broken hearts. When I think less, decisions somehow end up being more correct. And I somehow end up happier. Why is that?

It seems as though it’s not really about the decision at all. It’s more about what happens after. You and I have seen enough sand kick up over our mental crossroads, blinding us from looking further than 6 months into the future. But what will happen when the sand settles? What will we do to build a future instead of reconstruct the past?

Fuck if I know.

If I had the answer, I wouldn’t still be questioning the things that haunt me. These sorts of questions have me face down in a pillow, blowing hot air into a bed sheet expecting an answer to pyramid up from well-worn Egyptian linens.

I’m starting to believe there are no answers. Why even question anything? Maybe it’s as simple as this…

Stop doing what you don’t like. Start doing what you do like. Never stop doing what you love.

Don’t know what you love yet? Good. Neither do I.

Although I have mastered dancing naked. Not a bad start.