A questionable paradox

My feet are cold but I hate wearing socks.

The seemingly paradoxical states of life really aren't all that paradoxical.

I just don't like how socks feel.

When one's feet are cold, the obvious solution is to wear socks, but another solution (though less energy-efficient) is to turn up the heat. Or turn on a space heater.

What I often do is wear longer pants that I can wrap my toes in.

It only seems paradoxical because of the implied single solution.

There are always other solutions, and with those solutions, other factors to weigh in.

So often, money is the largest determining factor but I would like to think that one of the bigger things I take into consideration is quality of life. And beyond quality, depth.

There is definitely something poignant about knowingly (and willingly (willfully?)) doing something that may not be the "right" or "best" choice. Or perhaps is the "right" or "best" choice, but is also the most difficult to do.

Ugh, I must say though, I don't like what Kerouac does to my writing. Or perhaps it's simply my thinking. As Kerouac's writing is muddled, so does my thinking become so. Ew.