A structure carrying a road, path, railway, etc. across a river, road, or other obstacle.
What if you were to cross a bridge which would quite literally take you to the end of the world? What if you had to choose between two bridges which would both take you to the end of the world in alternate universes? What if regardless of which one you choose you end up exactly where you were when you began? What would be the point of even the journey, let alone the act of crossing the proverbial “bridge”?
Everything today, well almost everything today involves making a choice, a decision, one over another. Clothing, coffee, college, cushion covers, condoms, little kittens. Decisions have become more complex. Gone are the days if you were pining for a woman and she was someone else’s could you go up to the man and have a one-on-one, old school with a club. Gone are the days when you could have a duel wie-die-Leiden-des-jungen-Werther.
More than one choice is good right? Wrong, sometimes an excess of choice is well an overload, unless you-a-narcissist Vulnerable or Invulnerable, it does not matter. The bridge in this case is unstable and is a recipe for disaster. This overload can set you up with high expectations with the possibility of you blaming yourself if the bridge takes you to another failure. In other words you just might be in a funk-becoz-of-your-junk leaving you in some form of decision-making-paralysis-anxiety-permenant-stress. In our current culture there is no excuse for not ending up with perfection with limitless options.
In The Paradox of Choice, Barry Schwartz helps you jump to a happy place, by choppin your options. Focus on the important ones, ignore the rest. Get the satisfaction that you need.
Go ahead cross that bridge. You know you are going to enjoy the journey regardless, happiness and love are just a few footsteps away, or are they?