It is hard to make decisions in a world, or better said, a universe that doesn’t care about you, that has no plan or conscious direction. Do I move here or there, and shall I take that job? These questions matter to you and maybe some people around you, but none of the people you meet on the street that day are thinking about your choices. It is personal to you, and your choice will only make a small wrinkle around you that no one further away from you will notice.   

Your choice is trivial in the greater scheme of things and, in that sense, also for your life. Yes, moving to another city will change your life, but the factual choice to go, yes or no, is meaningless because either way, your life goes on, and only your opinion of that life matters; almost no one else cares remember. You can, and probably will, make sense of either choice, and when it turns out to be a bad choice, well… this might put more pressure on your next choice. Still, the fact is also that you never will know how life would have gone if you made the other choice; in this case, you can only compare your so-called bad direction with an imaginary other direction.

There are no objectively good decisions in life because there are no written rules or blueprints of how life should be. It’s probably best to throw dice or tap into your memories and feel how it was when you were eight and wandered around attracted by directions you didn’t even know were there, the time when the directions made the decisions.