Choice, the problem is choice.

I have been very confused lately. So, trying to find some solace in poems read long ago, I remembered this piece by Lord Tennyson.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

But sometimes, our choices are the "reason why". Then we start being too careful, trying not to make blunders, not to make the "wrong" choices, trying to see past those choises. Then we are in trouble, deep trouble.