Prisoner of possibilities
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I often feel torn about things, like I have to choose either or.
It can be about anything:
- Should I write in English or Swedish?
- Should I use an iPhone or a Pixel?
- Should I write about life or technology?
- Should I be on Twitter or Post?
- Should I read digital or physical books?
It goes on and on...
Of course, everyone understands that it doesn't have to be either/or, that it can be a bit of a mix, that there's joy and relief in having it that way. There is even something beautiful in it, like the random beauty of nature.
But not for me.
In and of itself, it doesn't feel like a burden anymore, which was the case a few years ago. Nowadays, it's more like an itchy mosquito bite now and then. But still, it's hard not to find it a little annoying.
These are all trivial non-issues, of course. So why am I publishing this text at all? Good question! It was intended as a private diary entry, but then I was reminded that you are rarely alone with life's mistakes.
Maybe there are others out there who feel the same way and stumble upon this text. I think it is a relief to see that you are far from alone in what you are going through. If shared joy is double joy, then shared burden is half burden.
So, dear people, if you stumble upon this text and recognize yourself:
Welcome to the club!