Floundering in indecision is a dangerous state of play; not only does it prolong avenues of productivity, but it also gives allowance to slide into negativity - a restless energy that has no definitive goal or direction. Existing in limbo offers excuses to any and all behavior; for simply because we have not officially committed to one iota of direction, on some obscure level, we've deluded ourselves into thinking that we don't have to be held accountable for our behavior in the interim.
Perhaps that's why so many find themselves grappling with it unceasingly. In delving even further, any indulgence in such leniency and the proverbial term "turning a blind eye", provides a circumvention of personal responsibility while granting welcome respite to the underlying motive. It's a full measure of dishonesty that simply wishes to sidestep all fears: fear of failure, fear of consequence, fear of success.
Fear of contentment.
Fear of worth, fear of Love.
Fear of Being.
Fear, period.
Indecision doesn't necessarily represent itself solely by the mere evasion of choice either; it can also be disguised within daily laundry lists, detailed action plans, or an immersion in career and its correlating business events that can collectively serve to collude with a disassociation and blurring of thought from reality, decision and clarity. And while clever and all too often glorified, all of these unequivocally represent avoidance tactics, distinct cowardice, and forms of debilitating traction, nonetheless.
The absence of self esteem plays a role, however - as does any thought that would disavow or curtail personal accomplishment. Often times, it's a manifestation and a cry for validation - evidence of a profound frustration with the world of today and its concerted dissension and alienation from any essential recognition of innate genius and/or talent outside of the damning culture that hyper-focuses on the soulless pursuits that aggrandize monetary gain. More subtly, however, it may serve as an indicator of intent, yet with no actual plans for completion, hoping that the absence of direction might assuage guilt by virtue of the "busyness" of honorable presentation.
And yet to truly live is to stand for something of vast import and to be unafraid to do so. It's to stand for substance, while all around, our constituents fall prey to vacuous accoutrements of transient regard. It's to be decisive, implacable, tenacious, and to focus on a forward vision of blanket inheritance that is not just significant, but imperative.
Life-giving.
Invigorating, intoxicating.
It's a kind of oxygen that breathes in measures of exquisite timing, sequences of creativity, pauses of awareness, patent perspicacity, and surprisingly delicious rushes of unconfined and unrestrained doses of alacrity.
Mmmmmm.
Full stop.
Oh, please! Sit within such a moment and let the adrenaline of need and intensity filter through until peace reigns and the percipience of truth filters through and settles deep. Down. And in.
The sheer fear of confirming an absolute and/or forward decision often exacerbates any anxiety and introduces deadlines, invites insinuations, trolls expectations, discards viable proposals, and fixates upon what could be viewed as threats of carelessness that might lose social regard. It amps up apprehension, adds to the falsity of perfection, and implicates what would be tantamount to abject resignation from the onset.
I say, however, that facing truth, decisions, and boldly seeking prosperity doesn't have to be a formidable process. As we become increasingly confident in the definition of self and motive and are able to identify the fears that drive us most, the mire of uncertainty within any and all of our choices, lessens.
Gradually, as hindsight magnifies moments that stagnated and did little for personal growth or use of our time, we will find ourselves more willing to sidestep the vacuum to plunge ahead. Additionally, we will have the energy and even the desire to conquer rather than fear, giving greater sway to a vision of life seen as a breathless chase of possibility.
Yes, I say: Give over. Now. Why wait?
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