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 one or the other.
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 knows it doesn’t have to be either/or. It can be a mix. There’s joy and relief in that, even a kind of beauty — like the random balance of nature.
But not for me.
It doesn’t feel like a heavy burden anymore, like it once did. These days, it’s more like an occasional mosquito bite — small, but still a bit annoying.
They’re all trivial non-issues, of course. So why am I even publishing this? Good question. It started out as a private diary note, but then I was reminded that we’re rarely alone in life’s little struggles.
Maybe someone else out there feels the same way and happens to stumble upon this text. It’s comforting to realize you’re not the only one. If shared joy is double joy, then shared burden is half burden.
So, dear reader, if you find yourself here and recognize these feelings —
Welcome to the club.