You’re capable of both.
You use both, everyday. There is no right or wrong here either. More so a when to use guide.
While the obvious answer may seem like it’s adaptation, there are benefits to contemplation. Though the benefits don’t outweigh the cost of over usage. That much you have become painfully aware of by now. Thinking too much can take you past the point of the answer you seeked and into a hole that never ends. You can think until you die, there is no end to the depths of thought.
Sounds to me like you’re siding with adaptation here.
Well at the moment I would say yes I am siding with adaptation. Simply because I feel like I have mastered contemplation. I have well over 10,000 hours into it. I’ve been doing it for so long now that I can create a world of thought with only the smallest amount of information given.
Everything can be good or bad depending on how you go about using it. For me it simply has gone past the point of good.
I’ve stopped contemplating manually and let it run wild. I let it think thoughts of jealousy, of not being enough. Over and over again I repeat thoughts to myself until they become my reality.
I’ve seen it happen already in my life.
For that reason alone is why I currently wish to dive further into adaptation as a form of a life compass.
With adaptation you get to change into anything at any given moment. That’s a skill worth honing.
Adaptation is what allowed me to keep moving forward even though at the core of it all, my life was crumbling to the weight of my indecisiveness.
My inaction killed me slowly with each passing day. Until it became so unbearable that I was forced to train every single day, to the point of my body breaking down. All in order for me to be able to sleep comfortably at night. To not have to listen to yet another speech about how I’m not good enough and I’m falling behind everyone else. How I should have started years ago and now I have to work twice as hard just to get right back onto the floor I was already on.
Yea… that’s contemplation for you.
Adaptation is what has allowed me to be sane… ish in this world.
It’s why I’m currently typing in an empty apartment unit at work so that so that when I’m off work I can have time for something more. It’s why my body has withstood so much pain and discomfort in order to grow.
It’s why I’m still here, still trying to win.
In spite of how low I’m now. Yes in spite, not despite.
I hate that I am where I am, I hate even more that I put myself here.
So I’ll adapt, even to myself.
I know that the flood of contemplation is one that can not be stopped by a inner damn in my mind. No matter what I do it’s coming for me. So let it come.
So long as I’m pushing myself towards the direction I want to go, I’ll be whatever I need to be. I can do so without holding on to any attachment of that role.
I said earlier that there was no winner in the discussion of contemplation vs adaptation.
The thing is, I think I’m wrong.
I think adaptation wins and it isn’t even close.
