I think a lot of people who get paralyzed by choices instinctively understand this idea. I always get hesitant to try new food even at places where the options are basically identical. But, like, you’re only gonna get the one special meal that day so you don’t want to screw it up with a bad adventure. In a larger sense just by taking too long leaving the house can save your life or end it. If my uncle had stayed where he was for 30 seconds longer before he got in his car he might still be alive today. Just seconds is the difference between passing through an empty intersection into the rest of your life, or passing on. It’s daunting to think about & I never used to, but now it’s with me every time I step out of the door.