Every day doesn't feel the same, nor do the learnings remain the same. The more I try exploring, the more experience I gain. The more the options, the more the opportunity to express. But choosing the right one feels like searching for a needle in sand.
Choice is a word carrying ice within but doesn't give us cooling. Instead, it gives confusion, hesitation, anxiousness, nervousness, and sometimes regret too. Too many different options, too many thoughts; but choosing what matters the most is difficult. Isn't it?
I had very bad experiences with alternatives. Some days felt empty, some days overwhelming. A few days back, while writing, I felt blank; there was not a single choice. But the very next day, I was carrying a bunch of thoughts to share.
While experiencing this situation, I understood how awareness among choices works. Awareness didn't only help me to write but also shaped my path and direction to think further.
Every moment is different, every perspective is different. Sharing thoughts that could be dug deeper to explore more teachings excites me more. The day I wrote a blog sitting with discomfort made me curious to write about blankness and creative exhaustion. The way choices direct gives more life lessons to improve.
Random thoughts and consciously chosen thoughts are two different sides of the coin. One would let you learn, and the other would make you feel every second of emotions. I had shared many times my raw learnings in the initial days, but when I started feeling every emotion and opinion, it became an experience with memories.
Writing has always been a mirror to me. What I write reflects back to me. It helps me notice with certainty. I understand my whys days later, which helps me explore a bit every time. It helps turn those reaction-based decisions into intentional ones.
Choice doesn't make noise but gives clarity.
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