Those famous lines of Trainspotting explain everything:
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . .

It is good to able to choose. But what if there are too many things to choose from? Or too many things to consider. Do you prefer not to choose?

The best thing to do is the simplify your life and prioritize things. What should be done now? Right at this moment? What are the routine decisions?

What do you want to do? 

Sometimes it is better to have a few clothes, and other belongings and choose from them. If you don't believe me read below :)