Empty Closet

I don't know what to wear tomorrow. Not that I'm really thinking about what to wear tomorrow cause good God, usually I just throw on the first t-shirt that is at the every top of the dresser drawer – but if I did want to decide what to wear tomorrow, I wouldn't have the slightest clue. That's because I can't make decisions, good | bad, right | left. I have too many options. Green shirt, black shirt, hoodie, denims, jacket, sweater, stripes, plaid, sneakers, wingtips... too many choices are available and which one to choose? Does it matter? Law, business, non profit, art, and within all those things are infinite choices and things that I can do and in the end, the very very end, will it all have mattered that I was a social scientist or a bum or a gazillionare? Will the life that I have chosen, the clothes that I wear, really make a difference about how I live my life?

Seems to me that how is much better than what. And choosing is much better than choices. Everyone has to choose, and not choosing is taking your ball and going home – who wants to play with a sore kid who doesn't want to be showed up by the big kids?

No one likes to choose anymore. Things just sort of 'happen' to them. I mean, who really chooses to be an investment banker nowadays? Who chooses to be vain? To be average? With choice comes awareness, and if you're really aware, will you have chosen the things that you've hoarded, like ants who've stockpiled crumbs for a blustery winter that has swept them away?

It's much simpler to not choose and just to wear whatever. Make sure you dress warm.