Have you ever walked up to the edge of the abyss, looked in and decided which way you were going to jump and what made you decide to do it or not do it?
Kind of a question that applies to a lot of different circumstances regarding choice. The abyss could be any kind of thing: marriage, moving in with your s/o, professional life, whatever you want it to be. When you get to the edge, what helps you make the decision?
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My heart, dam thing. Always takes over my head.
I think what helped most was learning to see the decision as a path rather than an abyss. I decide which way to go based on what I believe will make me happiest.
I usually just go with my gut instinct. Sometimes stuff gets in the way to make me question if I’m doing the right or wrong thing but 9 times out of 10, I stick with my original decision. Also my heart tends to agree with my gut so I kind of have no choice ;)
Reason…which I use to determine that which is logical..and lack of a proper helmet,informs these desicions ;)
Whether or not it feels right. I never thought for one minute I would of left my ex. Not because I was in love with him, but because it was safe, and I didn’t want to step outside of that. Even when my now s/o asked me to move in, I was so so scared. But it felt right and I had to take a chance.
@lucillelucillelucille I thought we were always taught to use protection?
@Sophief A line from a song just came to mind.Sometimes the hardest choice and the right one are the same. I don’t know where that came from or what band.
Well now, I go with my instinct 100%. Too many mistakes have happened because of disregarding logic in decision making.
@Sophief It’s going thru my head, and the worst part is now I think it’s from Grey’s Anatomy.
I look within and see a mass of people, all with the same face, drowning in blood and piss, screaming for my help, raising their broken fingers towards me.
Then I walk away back home. Fuck choices and fuck crossroads, I’m off to get drunk!
If I’m gonna spend the rest of my existence as a miserable little pile of secrets, I might as well have my own abyss, away from everyone else. ’‘Starts digging it.’’
For me, the “abyss” is a daily choice just to stay alive. Everything I’d lived for was ripped away from me last November. Every day is the same choice, finding some reason to go on another day. I must set myself clear goals to achieve and not ponder anything beyond the next landmark. I can look into the ultimate abyss and laugh though; my beloved is already there waiting for me.
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