Case in point, the way of doing something is tedious and exhausting, and the other way of doing the same thing is easier. But you might mess up doing it the other way. The broken plastic wall anchor that you drove into the sheetrock too hard, the day-old bread you microwaved to mush just because you would not wait ten minutes to heat it in the oven, the grease-stained blouse you are now wearing because you didn't want to put on the apron in the presence of company.
Then consider that other way of getting there can get you there quicker. But that way is far more dangerous. The corner around the building you cut too quickly because what were the chances of bumping heads with someone walking just as fast from the opposite direction, the light you ran because you were sure the other car you collided with would let you pass, the two stairs-per-step climb that caused you to lose balance and fall backwards.
And finally, you've got the other way of seeing things can make you more sensitive to the world. But seeing things that way might make them eat you up. Yielding the floor to someone out of respect who won't shut up, listening sympathetically to someone you knew all along was disturbed who now accuses you of sexual harassment, helping a blind man across the street just to later find he pickpocketed you.
You won't, no you can't, go both ways. You always have to choose. Even when you do something the way you've always done it, go the way you've always gone, see things the way you always have, you are choosing. And even when you do nothing, go nowhere, and see nothing, you have chosen. No sense in denying it.
