For my own part, I didn’t find it too difficult to reconceptualize my understanding of what a “choice” was when dealing with the knowledge that I will predictably fail to choose certain options which nevertheless feel like choices I’m free to make.
The experience of choosing to do something is part of the experience of doing certain things, just like the experience of feeling like I could have chosen something different is. These feelings have no particular relationship to the rest of the world, any more than my feeling scared of something necessarily means that thing is frightening in any objective sense.
For my own part, I didn’t find it too difficult to reconceptualize my understanding of what a “choice” was when dealing with the knowledge that I will predictably fail to choose certain options which nevertheless feel like choices I’m free to make.
The experience of choosing to do something is part of the experience of doing certain things, just like the experience of feeling like I could have chosen something different is. These feelings have no particular relationship to the rest of the world, any more than my feeling scared of something necessarily means that thing is frightening in any objective sense.
My point is that we can’t help but think of ourselves as having free will, whatever the ontological reality of free will actually is.