For a long time, I believed that more was always better. More options, more plans, more goals, more input. It felt like freedom. Like keeping doors open.
In reality, it was noise.
Every extra option demanded attention. Every open path created low-grade anxiety. Not because any of them were bad, but because all of them wanted something from me.
At some point, I started choosing less. Fewer commitments. Fewer opinions. Fewer things I had to keep track of just to feel “on top of life.”
Nothing dramatic changed. But everything felt lighter.
Choosing less isn’t about minimalism as an identity. It’s about reducing the number of things that compete for your energy. It’s realizing that attention is finite, and spending it everywhere means being fully present nowhere.
When you choose less, decisions get simpler. Days get quieter. You stop negotiating with yourself all the time.
You also stop explaining. Why you’re not interested. Why you’re not chasing something. Why you’re okay where you are. Less choice leaves less to justify.
There’s a strange confidence in saying, “This is enough.” Not as a final statement, but as a working one.
Most clarity doesn’t come from adding insight. It comes from removing distractions.
And often, the calm you’re looking for isn’t ahead of you — it’s underneath everything you can let go of.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
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