Confused: To Be or Not To Be?
Confusion is inevitable. It’s bound to happen at sometime whether I’m at the grocery store wondering where everything is since management thought it would be a good idea to put me out of my comfort zone, or driving by a strange new place that I’ve never seen before. Confusion could really hit at any time. Life as a whole is a bunch of years jumbled up into one long, confusing mess. With so many different options of what to believe, who to trust, what foods to like, or what I am comfortable doing, how do I not get confused?
As confusing as it is, I love my life, but at ...view middle of the document...
I’m sure there’s some big elaborate scientific explanation on why my red could be your blue, but I choose to believe that my confusion can’t be overcome.
Albert Einstein once stated, “Confusion of goals and perfection of means seem, in my opinion, to characterize our age.” I agree with Mr. Einstein when he says that confusion characterizes our age. I am not a perfect person. I am supposed to be confused. I’m supposed to wonder about unexplored subjects in my life, otherwise I would be a boring person and never need to learn anything new. I believe that my confusion characterizes me, in a way. It makes me wonder, why and how? When I think about it, who would I be without my confusion? I would still be a person, but I wouldn’t have much of a personality.
Confusion, for me, is the word itself. I always have something on my mind that I don’t quite understand. For example, I will never understand why some people are okay with living a super messy lifestyle. Now that would just confuse me even more. I understand some messiness, since everyone can be a little messy, but I don't get it because I’m not going through it.
That being said, I am always walking through this big ball of confusion, and that’s okay. Confusion goes through everyone’s mind. Although I don’t understand the confusion of others, I can feel confortable that I am not the only one to experience confusion.