We’re all just telling ourselves stories, it seems.
We’re all just picking and choosing, it seems,
creating our own subjective realities,
limited by how and what we perceive.
“This is right for me because…”
“This is wrong for me because…”
And then a bunch of people trying to convince you otherwise,
trying to get you to see what they see—
“This is wrong for you because…”
“This is right for you because…”
And choosing to question them can end in
stubbornness—clinging to your own story, or
uncertainty and confusion—don’t know what to believe.
And I am reminded that I know nothing.
I quit something. I considered rejoining.
How can anyone else know what is right for me?
But then again how would I know what’s right for me? How would I truly know?
Just stories—opinions and what we choose to see, whether consciously or not. Just perspectives.
Perhaps my perspective will change and I’ll join again. But I want to make that decision because I want to. I think that would benefit more than just myself; it could benefit the entire group.
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