I have come to realise that the more I want and the more I do, the less I achieve. It’s clear to me that the greats focus on one thing and do that thing exceptionally well. Every time I scatter my attention, I reduce the results. The noise feels like progress, but it’s really avoidance of a refusal to choose.
Life consistently rewards decisiveness. Most people never commit because committing forces them to confront risk, boredom, and identity. But indecision is the biggest silent thief of momentum. You stay busy, but you don’t move.
The irony is that choosing isn’t restrictive, it’s liberating. When you cut the clutter, you make space for mastery, depth, and meaning. You stop chasing everything and start building something. If you don’t decide, you don’t get anything.
The uncomfortable truth is that indecision is disguised fear. We pretend we’re “exploring options,” but really we’re stalling because choosing means owning the consequences. It means killing alternatives. It means accepting who we are and who we are not.
So the question isn’t “What do I want?” but rather “What am I willing to choose, sacrifice for, and repeat?” The world rewards people who decide. Most of life’s upside sits behind uncomfortable clarity.
If you don’t decide, you don’t begin, and if you don’t begin, nothing happens. Deciding is the first act of creation.
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