Abundance
Oct 1 2021
I like to keep it simple.
Two choices would be plenty.
Just two of everything —
horsepower, salad dressing
sparkling or flat.
Any more, and the thought of going wrong
would probably keep dogging me
into unhappiness.
Like the Model – T,
which came in whatever colour you wanted
as long as it was black.
Because Ford was a sensible man;
no regrets
envy
distractions
when we're all monochromatic.
But the supermarket shelves
are a riot of colour,
row on row
of Vinaigrette, French, Ranch,
along with every brand of toilet paper
and stacks of canned beans.
Aren't there better things to think about
than Heinz or Kraft?
Has abundance made us happy?
And whatever happened
to the simple choice
between decaf and regular?
Once, it was the girl next door
and you were thrilled when she noticed you.
Back when we were romantics
and there was one woman for every man
and we all lived happily ever after.
But now, there are dating apps galore
and a million wrong choices;
if you can always do better
you'll never be satisfied.
My father met his bride
because she was in the neighbourhood,
a fraternity brother's sister
with whom he fell in love.
Not at first sight, perhaps
but soon enough.
Until death do us part, they said,
and for over half a century
didn't bother themselves
with regrets or second thoughts.
Economists understand this. They talk about “the paradox of choice” and “loss aversion”.
We live in a complex interdependent world of long, vulnerable, just-in-time supply chains. So as well as happy, how much more resilient would we be with fewer choices and simpler lives?
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