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I question my own thoughts then ask others so as to finalize my judgments. Why do I do this? When did I decide that my impulses were secondary to thoughts from those who hardly cared? Are the scattered jems of wisdom worth losing my choices? Why is advice given in the expectation that it will be followed? Would it have a lesser value were it not true? Why would anyone give advice if they knew it lacked impact? Is it wise to demand advice, yet still expect to be allowed to make other choices? It is the uncertainty of making your own call, or the certainty of not really choosing at all. How can no choice possibly be better than making the wrong one? I can live with being wrong, but I deplore having to deal with being incorrect due to another's choice. Is it a fear of making the wrong decision? Hardly, but why then do I feel that I must confer with another's equally uninformed opinion? |
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