i have struggled to make decisions all my life so they’ve always been made for me what i wear what haircut i have what i eat indecisiveness has always been my worst enemy but i chose you and that’s the only choice that i am sure of the decision was mine nobody made it for me i own it.
I circle the store at least three times, every time I go. I can never make up my mind. Usually Trader Joe will ask me if I'm OK, Or if he can help me find anything. Usually I'll lie and say I'm fine, Squinting intently at the array of fresh greens But today I asked him..
How can I decide which fruit is the sweetest? Does it matter where it came from?
Does it matter if an onion is red, or yellow, or "sweet" If they all will make me cry?
What's the difference between a fig and a date? How come I can never find either of them?
If swiss chard is so good for you, Why does it taste so bad going down?
Why do beans make you farty? How is that a "magic fruit?"
Why is everyone blind to the lie That carrots make your eyesight better?
Is it toe-may-toe or toe-mat-toe? Poe-tay-toe or poe-tat-toe? Does it matter? Does any of this matter?
He replied, "Ma'am, my name isn't Joe. I don't know. I just work here.. and they definitely don't pay me enough for this."
So I left with an empty bag, and a heavy mind.
Please provide any constructive criticism that you are willing to share!
I kept a quarter in a drawer next to my bed for when I made decisions that hurt my head where each choice came at great cost to my sanity so I flipped a quarter to cheapen the price to twenty-five cents and I said it's just common sense keeping innocence but it's ignorance and guiltlessness that I wanted for me. When a quarter felt too heavy I moved on to a dime because it was lighter than its cost and fit my indecisive crime but I find I tossed it too high and couldn't always catch it so it clattered to the floor and rolled beneath my dresser and maybe if I left it there, my decision-making stressor would disappear like the dime then I could quit Yet decisions kept on coming and so a nickel would have to do five-cent choices should be worth less than dimes too and yet again, I couldn't bear the weight of my choice. So instead I flipped two pennies, to get my two cents in. One landed heads, the other tails, and I still have a decision. I can't keep flipping coins to replace my voice. My treasure trove of choices worth less than the ones before because they're all plastic, made so I don't have to endure the weight of cost so I selfishly kept on flipping all these coins and kept on wishing they would never land. Fifty-fifty, leave my choice to chance, take it out of my hand. If my coins never land, then my decisions cost me nothing.
the hardest fight to win is the one that is forever raging an inch never taking
no man's land is your residence you can only proceed with hesitance as this battle your fighting is you against you and its filled with dissonance
turbulent thoughts eddy flows and countercurrent desires your mind is afloat in a sea of indecision waiting for a vision of clarity Where is my north star? My guiding light to help me on my mission to make this decision
I keep wrestling with my ambition and my desire for submission to my guilty side unobliging not hiding never shying from the chance to take all my time and burn it with relaxation
a win for the soul but a loss for the mind why sleep now when I have the rest of time? but never slowing will the dim the glowing of the creative ember lighting the way and you never want to see that day when it fades away
so take your time, let your stress wash away let the good times play maybe even pray?