"I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and it's passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose.
And I'm starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life's sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time.
It is dreadful. But since it's my own choices that'll lock me in, it seems unavoidable -- if I want to be any kind of grownup, I have to make choices and regret foreclosures and try to live with them."
David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
I feel the passing of the time mostly the same way, and the possible consequences of everyday choices always nag at my mind.
For a long time, I've been afraid of consequences, of inevitable choices you come to regret, sooner or later.
And then I guess I level'd up without even noticing, because I don't feel anymore paralyzed by the fear of The Worst Thing In The World.
There's always a way out. And you can always go back, if something - a relationship, a job, the new colour of your hair - it's not as good as expected.
I can very well stop reading a book I don't like, and use my time for something else.
Human life can be awfully short, and there's really no point in wasting time with something you don't like.
You cannot live without trying things, that's how we experience the world, and trying things means that sooner or later you'll find something you don't like.
But when you do, you're not condemned to live with it.
You're only dead when you're dead: til then, you can turn tables as often as you like.