These are the morning thoughts before coffee awakens, and numbs the chaos

 Not everything is so black and white, wrong versus right. Sometimes it's all based on instinct, intrusive thoughts, or maybe the voices in your head are battling to be heard. Which direction are we supposed to follow? Is it all just a leap of faith? A guess? Nobody is promised tomorrow so how do we decide? 

Is waking up truly a choice? Or is it just our body reacting? Isn't the true choice whether to get out of bed or not? 

Choices, free will, impulses... 

Sometimes it feels like you want to give the reigns to someone else, but why? What do you have to fear? Then again when we were children, that's all we did. 

Children are gifted, we guide, but they are fearless to find their voice, eager to be recognized by the clutches of tormented souls that we call adults.