Picture me at a buffet.

Large tables filled with amazing food.

I’m slowly progressing, stacking up my plate with culinary goodness.

Higher and higher.

Now, look closer.

Do you see me choosing?

It sure as hell feels like that to me.

This, not that.

This INSTEAD of that

A bit more, a scoop more, a few chunks more.

These, not those.

Choices, choices.

But do you REALLY see me choosing?

Because without the concept of choice, all you’d observe was a guy collecting food on a plate.

All linear.

All straightforward.

This, followed by that, and then that.

Choice is nothing but a mental construct.

The weighing, the deliberation, the fear of not picking the right thing: all mental.

ONLY mental.

In reality, there’s just zucchini salad, carefully covered with chicken, green peas, asparagus, some lamb chops, tomatoes with garlic, baguette, and fried potatoes.

This, this, and this.

One thing after the other.

Simple.

Although it doesn’t feel that way.

But it still is.

Aren’t we delicious?

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(Photo by @derickray, for Unsplash)