There have been brain experiments that suggest you make your decisions before your brain consciously articulates the decisions and reasons for them.

I’ve known people who I’m pretty confident make up reasons for their choices after the fact. But are they really lying if they believe what they’re saying?

The question is, am I any different than them? When I think about the reasons I made past choices, how can I be sure I’m not just making up shit now?

No, I’m not high. I haven’t had drugs in almost a week.

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    Bastian had shown the lion [Grograman, the Many-Colored Death] the inscription on the reverse side of the Gem [Auryn]. ‘What do you suppose it means?’ he asked. '“DO WHAT YOU WISH.” That must mean I can do anything I feel like. Don’t you think so?

    All at once Grogramann’s face looked alarmingly grave , and his eyes glowed. ‘No,’ he said in his deep, rumbling voice. ‘It means that you must do what you really and truly want. And nothing is more difficult.’

    ‘What I really and truly want? What do you mean by that?’

    It’s your own deepest secret and you yourself don’t know it.’

    ‘How can I find out?’

    ‘By going the way of your wishes, from one to another, from first to last. It will take you to what you really and truly want.’

    ‘That doesn’t sound so hard,’ said Bastian.

    ‘It is the most dangerous of all journeys.’

    ‘Why?’ Bastian asked. ‘I’m not afraid.’

    ‘That isn’t it,’ Grograman rumbled. ‘It requires the greatest honesty and vigilance, because there’s no other journey on which it’s so easy to lose yourself forever.’

    ‘Do you mean because our wishes aren’t always good?’ Bastian asked.

    The lion lashed the sand he was lying on with his tail. His ears lay flat, he screwed up his nose, and his eyes flashed fire. Involuntarily Bastian ducked when Grograman’s voice once again made the earth tremble: ‘What do you know about wishes? How would you know what’s good and what isn’t?’ -The Neverending Story by Michael Ende