A shadow cast on the mind, quite hard to decide, even the trivial of things. Repenting every decision which turned out untoward. Rejoicing the ones, knowing not how it worked. Major decisions made under influence of self pity. Minor ones made out of sheer boredom. Deliberate decisions made with utmost fear. Decisions which we take for granted. Some predeclared decisions made on our behalf. Living this irony is quiet a farce for one who feels, and quiet a tragedy for one who thinks.