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Will power is a finite resource, it burns energy in the brain; then once you run out, you give in. So, for the love of God, stop asking me to make all these pointless choices and then wondering why I can't stick to my resolutions. It's like running an athlete nonstop and then wondering why they can't sprint. So, I promise you, give me some peace, give me a world where everything I do isn't morally wrong in some way, then I can be the person I need to be for all of us, me included.

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It’s like these three persons meet at a maple table inside my brain. One is as negative and dark as a demon on a toad stool. His voice shakes with fear, as he advises against this move, “because you will fail” and “you will look like a fool. Stay still, and maybe no one will notice that you are breathing.” The second voice is sunlight multiplied, “Hey, it’s a beautiful day, and you’ve got ability. Full steam ahead. I’ll see you in the winner’s circle.” The third voice is from one that’s gone to the couch and is lying down. “Look, Kiddo, this is going to take a lot out of you, in time and effort. Why bother? Sit back and take it easy. You’ll never get out of this world alive anyway.” When all three have had stated their positions, they turn to me for the decision. All three answers strike positive chords to me, but only one can be chosen. Now, let me see…

By wmack99, June 21, 2016.