Fight or flight?
Seems like the eternal question that never gets answered.
Why do we often choose to the former over the latter? Is it that much easier? Isn’t it all the more hard in the long run? Definitely would solve the immediate problem. How long do we avoid, in most cases, the inevitable?
At times, I just feel it is good enough to sit back watch things unfold.
At other times, this is also the most apt recipe for self-destruction – which works just as well.
To fight is the hardest of all the options - it actually requires me to get out of my comfort zone and do something about it. To give it all I have and hope that it is all worth it at the end of it. Yes – the everlasting optimistic fool.
Now and then I question myself:
Where is this all leading to?
Most often now, I say “take the plunge” or “we get one life, let’s make the most of it”. It is simply because I actually believe in that! How long are we gonna play it safe and accept the mediocre life and convince ourselves – correct that – fool ourselves?
Why do we keep at the things even when we know the answer? Maybe we just want to be surprised once in a while and not have the clichéd ending that we’ve always seen.
Though not really a Beatles fan, always loved these words by John Lenon –
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
its 12:35am... I’m rambling again... f**k it...
