As you grow older, they say you become wiser. I seem to just get more wary.
Life is hard.
There are moments when playing the game isn’t fun. There are times when decisions need to be made about what life is, what it can be, and what one wants to do with it.
Life is flexible.
I don’t allow myself enough time to decide what I agree with, and what I don’t. I like the middle ground. I’ll take sides with everyone. Some people call it diplomatic. I call it indecisive.
Where do people find this time to realise the right from wrong? How do people find their drive? Is it all just passed from family to family with a side-serving input from friends (who in turn have received it from their families)? Or do people actually take the time to make their own choices, map their own rules, develop constraints.
I think my brain is faulty.