Life is Muted!

Guess the title speaks for itself.. Am in a process of transition, playing the role of a passive observer, and loosing myself in the predictable humdrum. A lot of thinking is keeping me occupied and guess this little private space gives me an opportunity to depict those muffled expressions of silence. What would you do if several pulsating stimuli make you indecisive, when the choices are very limited? Doused in the fragmented reality, life is currently muted..