[Written: 2024-06-13]

Certain words and phrases capture my attention. This moment; ‘choice paralysis’. In a first world country; with many means to my disposal; I have no career path to follow; no family to protect other than that of which I inherited; and no interest of which, I can freely choose to follow.

I sit in the infinitesimally small and vast expanse between heaven and hell, between limbo and reality. The only place that I can view myself in its entirety. And it has nothing to do with myself, but everything to do with everyone & everything else. I sit here at the grace of others; yet I’m not sure if I have ever had a real choice, if I have ever chosen to be happy or if suffered real pain.

It feels from wherever we are in this 3D world; it’s very two dimensional.

One thing / one being bounces into the another – choice of options on where to land is predefined. Happening over, and over again.

And we keep on repeating.

And it seems ‘we’ are/is a being that somehow ‘I’ always fall on the side of opposition to.

Today, I am choice paralysis.

No choice, but to act to stop a pattern that keeps happening to self.

Why do other ‘self’s’ get to decide that the first ‘self’ had no rite to stop that pattern.

– Paralysed with too much to choose from.-

-Paralysed on the choices made – and who they belong to.-

Am I an individual, or am I a people; race; species; sex; type; good; bad; animal; sentient being? And who decide(s/d).

And what is your view?