We have a difficult time with choice (or, at least, with choosing) because we have a difficult time with death.
Choosing always involves the death of what is not chosen. The death of a possibility. The death of a particular future that will, now, not be.
And because choosing requires us to face death, many of us would rather not choose at all.
And then we can only live a life that is never quite our own, because in the absence of our own choice everything is effectively being chosen for us. There’s no less death here – we’ve simply turned our face away from it.
But there is much less dignity, and much less responsibility.
Stepping into our lives means, inevitably, that we step also into the death of things.