Maybe I don't want (to be) the best

I was reading an article about [Botique Search Engines](https://future.a16z.com/the-future-of-search-is-boutique/) when I came across
a specific line that resonated with me:

> The problem, now so drastically different from a decage ago, is not _what_ to read/buy/eat/watch/etc., but figuring out the _best_ thing to read/buy/eat/watch/etc.
> with my limited time and attention.

This stuck with me because so often I find myself wasting hours looking for the _best_ fantasy novel to read, the _best_ workout
routine to do, the _best_ method of learning a new language. And guess what? I still barely read books, I still barely do any exercise,
and I still don't know any other languages. 

How much of life do I miss by looking for the _best_? How many shows or games have I consumed that don't actually appear in any Best Of
lists, yet I still thoroughly enjoyed?

Somehow I don't think the great novelist became great by only reading the _best_ novels. Or famous singers only listen to the _best_ songs.
So why, in my mediocrity, do I think that my time deserves nothing but the best? 

It is high time I stop looking for the _best_ in life, and just starting looking for the things in life. Otherwise I feel life will just
pass me by.


tags: slice-of-life, reflection