By choices, that is. Our generation has been told that we can do and have whatever we want. from jeans to jobs and from significant others to the coffee we rely on in the morning, the possibilities seem endless. Take me, for example. I’m the girl who spends fifteen minutes staring at the coffee menu before choosing one, typically ending up with the simplest order: black coffee.
I know I’m not alone in this. We’re constantly presented with new ways to get what we want. some of the choices are tried and true, like black coffee or the boy next door, while others are a little more snazzy, like salted caramel lattes or the mysterious stranger at the gym.
Weighing each option, with all of its beautiful possibilities, leaves us feeling, well, a little jittery.
Are we bombarded with too many choices that we can no longer make up our minds? And, if we do, will we always have that nagging feeling that we could have had better? I mean, if we’re terrified that ordering the iced caramel macchiato means giving up the potentially better mocha, will we ever be satisfied?
Perhaps, instead of wondering if the coffee is stronger in the other cup, we should ask ourselves if the one we’ve chosen makes us happy right now.
