I'm in a room in a foreign city. The AirBnb stinks because my wife farted. Sometimes she does that when she's hungry. Me too, we fart a lot.
We browse the Internet for food delivery, paralyzed by choices. Do we go out? Do we stay in? Where do we eat? After 30 minutes of deliberation, we just about give up. Unfortunately, we can't eat if all we do is dip our toes.
This isn't just food. This is dating. This is work. This is life. This is our generation's ethos: let's keep our options open, maybe one day we'll get to live a full life experience, but for now we'll stay in the shallow end of the pool.
What would a life look like if all we did was dabble and never got to the good stuff?