Photo Story: Abundance
Roberto remembers only one milk in Caracas, when there was milk at all. Bought from endless lines, rationed by government.
Now he stands paralyzed. Thirty-seven varieties stretch before him. Fat percentages. Lactose-free. Organic. Grass-fed. Chocolate. Brands he’s never heard of.
His daughter tugs his sleeve. “Papá, just pick one.”
But he can’t move. Back home, choice meant having or not having. Here, choice means something else entirely, a luxury that feels like burden, freedom that paralyzes.
He thinks of his mother, who would’ve wept at this abundance.
Finally, he reaches for whole milk. The red cap reminds him of home.
Photo credit: arbyreed
Over analysis paralysis is what we call it in my family. I love the way you captured this feeling so well.
Yes. We have too many choices, and sometimes it paralyzes me, too.
Wonderful
Excellent.