Indecision: A sailors grave

Rocks ahead! I need to gybe before impact, but this act involves its own risk. Paralysed by emotional inertia, I do nothing. Hamlet, incapacitated by thoughts of murderous action - the consequence of indecision is well known. All of us have been wracked by indecision. Take the early bad decision over the late correct one? 

Not often right vs. wrong; mostly right vs. right. Settle for ‘good enough’ and embrace scrappiness. Many, born of the need to create a better, perfect world, struggle with this. Perfect becomes the enemy of the good when we never complete tasks because we decide not to stop until they are perfect. That’s if we ever even start, as reaching perfection seems too hard. We must act to make things happen in our lives, but need it be in a way that demands perfection?

In software it has been said that “Worse is better”. At a point, products don’t get better with more features - they get worse. It’s only 80% of the solution, but the next 20% will take 80% more effort. Achieving absolute perfection is impossible, so the extra effort means diminished returns and is inefficient. What is perfection anyway - a matter of taste?

One need be of sound mind, and body, with the relevant facts at hand. Put this all in a time-box and pull the trigger. If only <sound of hull crashing on rock>

Epilogue:

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.

Hamlet - Act 3, scene 1