Variety is the Enemy?

There was a time when I wished I was spoiled for choice. I remember a point growing up when things were a bit rough for my parents and food choices were somewhat limited. I also remember a period back in highschool where I considered my future career path and weighed my options. Ironically, being in finance wasn't part of it then.

Of the many things that I've reflected on, there had never been a time where having more seemed like a bad thing. Now fast forward to my adult years and I find myself clamping down more and more on many desires and eliminating some altogether as mere wishful thinking thinking. There is something as I get older that is rather bent on having a few good things rather than the odd element of confusion among them.

These days I don't mind going with a single option on the table, even if my ideal is to have a few good options. It saves the stress and hassle of filtering which ones are good or bad. It also ensures that sufficient time is dedicated to it in order to ensure that it's fortunes can be altered. There are some rather terrible circumstances that people (myself included) have been dealt and have managed to wriggle themselves out of it because of Thier relentlessness and resigning themselves to making that specific option work.

I believe as we get older we favour a marriage to our options more than wide variety of them. The logic is simple in the sense that concentrated efforts will always deliver more than scattered attention. Interesting how all of a sudden I've resigned myself to playing the long game.