Thinking through your options, if you have enough of them, can be a comparable experience to looking into the eyes of Medusa. Lucky are those bound by meanings (could I even say goals?) that are not completely consciously determined, but that also arise from unconscious springs of belief, from depths not quite understandable and too awe-inspiring to submit to an interview process.
Without limits, we have nothing to brace ourselves against. Relativism will have us return to primordial bogs and convince us that nothing has changed! The best days of one's life are restrained, pulled, and limited by what ultimately determines them to be one's best days. Pure freedom is like pure alcohol: deadly to consume!
It has to be this way: all of my time will never be completely under my control! But I have some idea of a path forward. Take the time material that is granted as mine to work with and begin to form it into a hill so as to have a better view of all the beauty I cannot ever possibly grasp...by design!