Missed opportunities continued
Posted by Kris on January 28th, 2008
Continuing with the train of thought about indecision and near-unlimited choices that I feel, here is another excerpt from the book The Paradox of Choice that I would like to share [emphasis mine]:
“[...] decisions like these force indecision. Students take time off, take on odd jobs, try out internships, hoping that the right answer to the “What should I be when I grow up?” question will emerge. [...] It is hard to avoid the conclusion that my students might be better off with a little less talent or with a little more sense that they owe it to their families to settle down back home, or even a dose of Depression-era necessity–take the secure job and get on with it!
With fewer options and more constraints, many trade-offs would be eliminated, and there would be less self-doubt, less of an effort to justify decisions, more satisfaction, and less second-guessing of the decisions to be made.”
- The Paradox of Choice - Barry Schwartz
Anyone? I am twisted with this thought. While I agree with it in the day to day sense with certain decisions, my mind now embraces the abundance of second-guessing that goes on with long-term decisions and roles in life.
Friend Julia commented on the previous post and seemingly felt a mental poke from the words from the book as well. I share the idea that a flow of immersive experiences, ideas, and creations are what make life exploration stand on its own. And it is interesting to note that this sort of meta-life exists on top of the foundation of unlimited choices. Whether an artist pursuing performance and enrichment alongside an art degree or myself pursuing a fire protection degree while abstracted and bewildered by nature and expression, there is a new form of experience in life that I see when I look around at a certain demographic of our generation.
Of course, this idea deeply disturbs those who seek to settle. But not to those who search for a state of mindfulness. For I am satisfied and fulfilled in the randomness that exists in a long and winding motorcycle trip, or living with my belongings out of two small bags, or getting lost in a differential equation that described the fuel reaction and consumption of a fuel under fire.
Something in my mind that embraces randomness is broken. In the good way.
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