Sometimes it's hard sticking to the decisions - the promises - you make for yourself. It's enough to make me wonder why we even make commitments in the first place. Why do we decide to do anything for a longer period of time than the present? Why, after all the failed attempts at longevity, do we still make promises? What good can really come from it?
Are we motivated by some inflated sense of self righteousness? Is it the lingering notion of our eventual demise?
Why do we love?
Why do we hate?
Why is it that the promises we make always seem to cause the distinction between the two?
So often it seems like we let the logistics of human life get in the way of human life. I wish that I was one of those people who could turn off their brain for a little while and just enjoy life. But my thoughts and my promises always get in the way. And yet, for some reason, I keep making them.
*yes, I am well aware that this probably makes zero sense to anyone but me.