It is often an error of mine to invest too much detail or effort into any work I make. I could sincerely get by with less, in most any and all elements of my life, but there is something compulsion I face where even if I desire to, I am overwhelmed not to. As a consequence, I often wonder what having actual choice or sincere free will is like. Everything for myself feels as though I am not permitted to choose; all the answers, the ones I [i]must[/i] engage in, are before me even in thought.