Maybe I don’t want (to be) the best
I was reading an article about Botique Search Engines when I came across a specific line that resonated with me:
The problem, now so drastically different from a decage ago, is not what to read/buy/eat/watch/etc., but figuring out the best thing to read/buy/eat/watch/etc. with my limited time and attention.
This stuck with me because so often I find myself wasting hours looking for the best fantasy novel to read, the best workout routine to do, the best method of learning a new language. And guess what? I still barely read books, I still barely do any exercise, and I still don’t know any other languages.
How much of life do I miss by looking for the best? How many shows or games have I consumed that don’t actually appear in any Best Of lists, yet I still thoroughly enjoyed?
Somehow I don’t think the great novelist became great by only reading the best novels. Or famous singers only listen to the best songs. So why, in my mediocrity, do I think that my time deserves nothing but the best?
It is high time I stop looking for the best in life, and just starting looking for the things in life. Otherwise I feel life will just pass me by.
tags: slice-of-life, reflection