We suffer from a surfeit of choice.
An excess of options breeds indecision, the cruelest of frustrations. The result? We end up doing nothing at all.
Perhaps inertia is the best solution in these dizzying times. Instead of forcing the issue, we let nature take its course.
Yet, life doesn’t move unless we do. It begs for action and a subsequent reaction. Doing opens the floodgates to the invisible, exposing us to an infinity of blind spots.
Passivity and dynamism coexist
Surrounded by a morass of distraction machines, it’s no wonder we permit the frustration of ‘what’s next’ chip away at our patience. The bottomless scrolling newsfeed sucks dry the rudiments of attention and stokes impatience.
Staring into the forest’s green space allows us to unlatch the eyelids from closeupness. The external world makes us think expansively, beyond the myopia of screen addiction.
We can assume that the best answer lies beyond us or deeper within. Hubris intact, we continue searching with the impossible hope of conquering ourselves.
Patience is the key to self-discovery. The wait never lasts forever if one never gets tired of waiting it out.
In the search of knowledge, we persist in converting inferences into future actions.
