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Spirit of Indecision

s-anthony
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9/26/2014 12:01:33 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
Life is a gamble; nothing is certain (or, at least, that's how it seems.) In making choices, we put ourselves into vulnerable situations.

However, life is replete with decisions. We choose against that which is hard and rather rest back on the comforts of indecision. Yet, indecision is itself a choice, a choice for an easy life free from care, a life with all the comforts of familiarity, and predictability. Indecision liberates us from the bother of knowing new and exotic things; it emancipates us from the obligation of entertaining the stranger in our midst. It creates a temple to all that's safe and secure, one that requires very little sacrifice, if any. In its chambers, we are tucked away in downy beds of convention; we nod, softly, into slumber, lulled by the canticles of mundane spirits. Life ebbs from our very veins; its color leaves us pale; we fall not into sleep but a ghostly existence. Our beds have become our caskets and our tabernacles, our tombs.
socialpinko
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9/26/2014 12:38:48 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 9/26/2014 12:01:33 AM, s-anthony wrote:
Life is a gamble; nothing is certain (or, at least, that's how it seems.) In making choices, we put ourselves into vulnerable situations.

However, life is replete with decisions. We choose against that which is hard and rather rest back on the comforts of indecision. Yet, indecision is itself a choice, a choice for an easy life free from care, a life with all the comforts of familiarity, and predictability. Indecision liberates us from the bother of knowing new and exotic things; it emancipates us from the obligation of entertaining the stranger in our midst. It creates a temple to all that's safe and secure, one that requires very little sacrifice, if any. In its chambers, we are tucked away in downy beds of convention; we nod, softly, into slumber, lulled by the canticles of mundane spirits. Life ebbs from our very veins; its color leaves us pale; we fall not into sleep but a ghostly existence. Our beds have become our caskets and our tabernacles, our tombs.

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