I once ate a handful of walnuts very quickly when I desired only a single walnut to roll around in my mouth. But this is not the kind of gluttony that begets a stomachache.
Another time I wasted hours deciding if I should wear the brown dress with the red shoes or the black dress with the gray shoes. I cannot say which combination I eventually picked, and there is no photograph from that entire month of my life to confirm anything.
Today I took the parkway to work—who can ignore the trees this time of year?—and what 5 to 10 I tacked on in minutes I made up for in spurts of sugar maple and white oak and linden the day through.
All this to say that if time and choice are infinitely related, who's to say that we've decided anything poorly at all.
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