Damned, Freedom of Choice

Freedom of choice is what I have -
Freedom from choice is what I want.

All this freedom of choice - and Every goddamn single choice comes with it's bag of consequences. I spend most of time deciding between good and bad, right and wrong. Only if someone told me exactly what to do - wouldn't life be simpler, the way it used to be when I was a child and there was someone else to worry about the aftermath and I would have so much free time.


I strongly believe (other than the universal truths) that no choice can be completely right or completely wrong. This complicates things even more, the more you know, the more time you need to take a decision. The emotional quotient then kicks in and makes the decision subjective rather than objective. The worst part is, you realize that you can list all the pros and cons, try and make the most objective decision, but the outcome is still going to be random. :(

Now I understand why the magic 8 ball is such a success. It's one of the cleverest things invented - it makes your choices for you. Right or wrong - who gives a damn, what's important is that your choice has been made. In the end, you always have fate to blame.