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50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind: 1-3

As has happened many times before, I've been inspired by a fellow blogger to do something that I'll do for the first time in my blog- start a project!  The basis of this project is derived from 50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind (I did not compose these questions.  Apparently they're a popular set of questions to ask yourself, according to google.)
For a while I've wanted to answer questions about myself on my blog (mostly because I think it would be fun to do, but also) because since this is my blog, answering questions on it makes for good blog content.
 I don't know how many posts it will take me to answer all 50 questions in because it looks like answers will vary in complexity and I have the tendency to get wordy and go on and on.  Plus, there's really no telling where my mind will meander to answering some of these.  So without further adeu, here it goes!

1. How old would you be, if you didn’t know how old you are?
I've actually thought about this before (I don't know what caused me to) and it seems obvious to me that my real age is 16.  When I think of myself, what I see in my minds eye is the person that I was when I was 16 in terms of emotional capacities and responsibilities, stuff like that.  I'm sure I've grown in lots of ways since I was 16, but i still I see myself as a 16 year old.  Maybe even 14.  But definitely not older that 16. 


2. Which is worse, failing or never trying?
My first thought in response to this question was "Never trying. Duh.". . .  but when I think about it harder, I don't think I really live my life that way.
I wish to be the type of person that doesn't let fear drive and I think I haven't totally failed at that (like all the double negatives? :).  I am so afraid of change sometimes though.  I guess what I'm really afraid of is the unknown- which is an impending part of change.  Which sometimes drives me into the comfort of never trying, never taking the step, never making changes (and the list goes on and on).  At the same time I know that even if I run from trying, one day my mind will catch up to me and I won't be able to rest until I do (at least) try.  So at first, in my heart, I'm more afraid of failing.  But after I've sat on an idea for a while, I can't stand not to try. Depending on said idea, of course. 


3. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
Geesh! Question of my life right now!!  I wish I knew the answer but feel like I have none. But since answering this question is supposed to "free my mind" maybe I should try to come up with the answer.  Ok.  Let me start with the first part of the question.  Why do we do so many things we don't like?  Well I'm going to consider these "things we don't like"not as things that we HAVE to do (like laundry or dishes), but rather things that we don't want to waste our time and efforts doing but find ourselves doing anyway.  I think I end up doing things that I don't actually want to do out of 1. boredom and 2. being unintentional.  The combination of those two (but more so the unintentional thing) is the root of this issue for me.  I don't believe I have trouble knowing what I should be doing, but really being determined to actually do it (or not do it) is sometimes a whole different story.  And the second part of this Q is somewhat easier.  Why do we like so many things we don't do?  Besides not being able to afford to do things, I think the answer is that people are dreamers so there will always be things we like that we don't do.  In some cases that's a good thing (and others the opposite) but I don't think it's so bad that there are things we want to do that we don't do.  It keeps us moving up to reach them.

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