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Is there ever a point where "the freedom of choice" becomes too much? Do you ever feel overwhelmed by life's many options?
To many people, this may seem weird. Though I suspect that there will also be those handful of people out there who get what I'm saying.
Sometimes I feel like all the different options that life is constantly throwing at me is overwhelming. Maybe it's concern over what I'm missing out on. Maybe it's irritation that, as a person who is naturally a completist, I know that I'll never be able to experience but a fraction of all life has to offer. Or maybe it's that I know I'd be incapable of constantly thinking that the grass is always greener if I didn't know that that grass existed in the first place.
Let me offer a few examples: Take women for instance. Let's say you have your choice of five women to marry and you have to pick one of them. There is one that is the best looking and has the best personality of the five and so you pick her and are confident and happy with your choice . . . until you find out that there actually was a sixth woman who was superior in every way. Now, instead of being happy and pleased, you lament over what could've been.
Or take books for example. Let's say you're a reader. You walk into a library and you realize that there is ALL THIS KNOWLEDGE, and you want it, but you know you can only attain a fraction of it. And the option is there, to start attaining it, but you don't know where to start. And once you do start, you think to yourself, what's in that book over there that this book doesn't have? Perhaps a third of the way through your first choice, your curiosity gets the better of you and you put the first book down and pick up the second. I can't tell you how many books I've only partially completed for this reason. And it's in times like these I wish I only had four of five books to choose from, rather than four or five million. Maybe not four or five TOTAL, but four or five at a time, so that the duty to choose wisely isn't so overwhelming.
You can keep applying this to anything: choices of where to live, what movies to watch, what degree to obtain, what career to pursue, what religion to follow (or whether to even follow a religion at all), and just generally how to spend your life.
I often feel paralyzed by the options. And then instead of doing SOMETHING, even if it's not 100% ideal, I end up doing nothing. I end up putting it all off for another day, when I'll be better equipped to handle these challenges.
Can anyone else identify with this or do I just sound like a crazy person? Anyone else ever wished that there was LESS to life than their actually is, so that it would be more manageable, and therefore more conquerable? Do you ever wish there were fewer options, so that each option could be fully understood and compared to the others, so that you could have the utmost confidence in the fact that you made the right decisions?
To many people, this may seem weird. Though I suspect that there will also be those handful of people out there who get what I'm saying.
Sometimes I feel like all the different options that life is constantly throwing at me is overwhelming. Maybe it's concern over what I'm missing out on. Maybe it's irritation that, as a person who is naturally a completist, I know that I'll never be able to experience but a fraction of all life has to offer. Or maybe it's that I know I'd be incapable of constantly thinking that the grass is always greener if I didn't know that that grass existed in the first place.
Let me offer a few examples: Take women for instance. Let's say you have your choice of five women to marry and you have to pick one of them. There is one that is the best looking and has the best personality of the five and so you pick her and are confident and happy with your choice . . . until you find out that there actually was a sixth woman who was superior in every way. Now, instead of being happy and pleased, you lament over what could've been.
Or take books for example. Let's say you're a reader. You walk into a library and you realize that there is ALL THIS KNOWLEDGE, and you want it, but you know you can only attain a fraction of it. And the option is there, to start attaining it, but you don't know where to start. And once you do start, you think to yourself, what's in that book over there that this book doesn't have? Perhaps a third of the way through your first choice, your curiosity gets the better of you and you put the first book down and pick up the second. I can't tell you how many books I've only partially completed for this reason. And it's in times like these I wish I only had four of five books to choose from, rather than four or five million. Maybe not four or five TOTAL, but four or five at a time, so that the duty to choose wisely isn't so overwhelming.
You can keep applying this to anything: choices of where to live, what movies to watch, what degree to obtain, what career to pursue, what religion to follow (or whether to even follow a religion at all), and just generally how to spend your life.
I often feel paralyzed by the options. And then instead of doing SOMETHING, even if it's not 100% ideal, I end up doing nothing. I end up putting it all off for another day, when I'll be better equipped to handle these challenges.
Can anyone else identify with this or do I just sound like a crazy person? Anyone else ever wished that there was LESS to life than their actually is, so that it would be more manageable, and therefore more conquerable? Do you ever wish there were fewer options, so that each option could be fully understood and compared to the others, so that you could have the utmost confidence in the fact that you made the right decisions?