The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision.
Maimonides
I am turning the page onto a new chapter in my life. Friday I walked away from a job of five years. A job which has been slowly eroding away the joy in my life, and drying my soul up into an emotionless husk. I turned my back on it willingly and my leaving was on good terms. I burned no bridges; I've never been the type for that. I merely took an exit off of the featureless—or would it be futureless—route I'd been traveling on, stopping long enough to take a look around me in the hope that I might spot a new direction in which to travel.
Of course there is hesitation, and the common friend of travellers seeking new ways, doubt. Doubt about making the right decision. But it occurs to me that, more often than not, we must make decisions in our lives not knowing the right or the wrong of our choices until, after some significant time has passed, we are able to look back on them with knowledge unavailable to us at the time as we face the consequences of our choosing. It seems a very backward way to go about things.
Unfortunately that's how it appears to work, and all too often indecision, and the fear of uncertainty can paralyze, causing our lives to shudder to a crawl while, in our fear of making the wrong move, we make no move at all. In my experience, this numbing state of no-change is a type of death in which we can wander for months, or even years.
Much more preferable then, is the bold step into the mists of a future lived fully.
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