She used to ask, 'Why did the gods give [my son] to me if they were only going to take him away?' Learned Retaka never had an answer. "No," said Pen … - Lois McMaster Bujold

I attack both from the logic-side, scribbling outline after outline, and the long-walk relaxed-visualization-side, and while neither alone is enough, the combination synergizes. Which is just a fancy way of saying, "I think about it a lot, day and night."

. . . people do get hypnotized by the hard choices. And stop looking for alternatives.

“Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it’ll look on your next resume.”
“On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You’re going to cover my funeral expenses, son?”
“Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla.”
Tung sighed. “Make it plum wine to float the boat, eh? Drink the beer.”