The Thing We Want More than Freedom
And why we should deliberately choose our constraints
The paradox of traveling is that, when you don’t have a clear destination in mind, you can end up drowning in decision paralysis. Wandering is a hamster wheel if you don’t even know where you should put your body for the night. The choice of where, physically, to occupy space is a fundamental one. Until that has been decided, you really can’t do anything else.
What was supposed to feel like freedom ends up a terrifying superposition. You are both here and not here until you figure yourself out.
The beauty of traveling is that, if you don’t know what you want, you can let yourself be led by anything. The friend further West stopped texting back, so I went East. A storm is coming up the South, so I went North. The clouds rolled in so I left the beach. The squirrels were cute and friendly so I stayed.
Everything and anything can direct your life, pulling it in an infinite number of directions. If you really, really don’t care where you end up, there’s no wrong way to go.
The thing is, most of us do care where we end up. I care very much where I’m going. I’m just not sure where it is.
We’ve known for decades now that too much freedom isn’t good for our mental health…