Those Words Never Said 6 - Perspective
The reason perspective has always been such a big deal to me is because I have no idea what my own perspective on the world is. Or what it should be. Or what I want it to be.
I’ve always felt very alone in how terrified I am by not knowing. It’s not the petty, small things. It’s not even anxiety, or loss of control. But the sheer magnitude of my ability to not know, and yet still be forced to make decisions and choices?
It terrifies me. It’s awe-inducing. It’s like looking up at a massive tree, through the branches, and branches of branches. And never knowing where it ends, or if it ever does. Just endless possibilities. It’s so breathtaking, so horrible and beautiful and perfect and indescribably wrong. My chest actually hurts every time I think about it.
And then to think that the entire myriad of branches looks different from every point under the tree, and even then different than from every point above it. I can’t handle it. Psychologically, emotionally, mentally. I can’t handle it.
Every decision made is an infinite amount of decisions that will never have to be made.
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