I've always looked to others for direction, to wind me up and set me in the right trajectory. Like a child's wooden toy, which goes a certain length before losing its mechanic potential, slows, and stops, waiting only for another wind up before continuing on its way.

Like this toy, however, we can never know where we end up. We can only set ourselves in a certain direction. The bumps in the floor, the initial positioning of its feet and distribution of its weight, perhaps a pebble or a crack on the path are the 'random' things that steer us.

And given the infinite possibilities of the future, realities that could be this could be that, here or there, up or down, it overloads my decision making faculty and paralyzes me.