Anxious at the infinite
I don’t want this freedom at all
Give me a set of blinkers
To hide my eyes from the sprawl
Confused at the crossroads
Each horizon out of vision
Clutching a map with no borders
Contemplating each decision
Paralysed by all the choices
Someone, please, close the prison door
Take away possibility
I don’t want it anymore
The paradox of freedom.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
I think it’s still way better than being a slave, for example
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but I know what you mean, decision paralysis gets to me all the time
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Many people enslave themselves (via manipulation). Take a young person’s phone and see how they like that freedom! Haha!
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Some in my circle are voicing those feelings.
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With everything at one’s finger tips it as if there is nothing there at all…
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