If only this were all it took
"I need a man who knows who he is and has a plan," said someone tonight.
I guess self-awareness and direction are big turn-ons for some women. I know that self-awareness is for me, although direction and drive can put me off sometimes. They tend to make people rigid and unable to seize the opportunity in front of them for focus on a goal in the distance.
Pipedreams. Unfocused direction. Eyes on a destination that is not at the end of the road you walk.
I think I just encounter too many who fall into a trap at either extreme. Either they seek to attain a goal that is way below their potential or aim for a goal they'll never achieve, either because they lack the talent or because they just go about it the wrong way.
Sometimes they dream of an outcome that relies too much on chance.
I much prefer to meet people who simply choose a path they enjoy and accept where it leads them. I mean, wiser men than I have said that the journey is the better part of any trip. Why not treat life the same way? Why not live a way you enjoy and let the final destination be an inconsequential consequence?
That's The Sirens of Titans talking. After 6 years, I finally figured it out. Beatrice Rumfoord and Malachi Constant each know their collective destiny, but that knowledge brings them nothing but struggle and unhappiness, since there is nothing either can do to avoid it (a fact which stops neither from trying), and that destiny is such a totally detestable situation to both when they hear it from the mouth of Winston Niles Rumfoord, a semi-time-traveler trapped in a chrono-synclastic infundibulum.
See, knowing where you're headed, even some of the things you'll see along the way, is nothing but a blight of knowledge for a human being trapped in life. The universe treats us how it will, which is inevitably in a very cold, impersonal manner, so it seems like a better plan to go where events take us and try to eke out a little enjoyment along the way.
I leave you with:
A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
--Stephen Crane
I guess self-awareness and direction are big turn-ons for some women. I know that self-awareness is for me, although direction and drive can put me off sometimes. They tend to make people rigid and unable to seize the opportunity in front of them for focus on a goal in the distance.
Pipedreams. Unfocused direction. Eyes on a destination that is not at the end of the road you walk.
I think I just encounter too many who fall into a trap at either extreme. Either they seek to attain a goal that is way below their potential or aim for a goal they'll never achieve, either because they lack the talent or because they just go about it the wrong way.
Sometimes they dream of an outcome that relies too much on chance.
I much prefer to meet people who simply choose a path they enjoy and accept where it leads them. I mean, wiser men than I have said that the journey is the better part of any trip. Why not treat life the same way? Why not live a way you enjoy and let the final destination be an inconsequential consequence?
That's The Sirens of Titans talking. After 6 years, I finally figured it out. Beatrice Rumfoord and Malachi Constant each know their collective destiny, but that knowledge brings them nothing but struggle and unhappiness, since there is nothing either can do to avoid it (a fact which stops neither from trying), and that destiny is such a totally detestable situation to both when they hear it from the mouth of Winston Niles Rumfoord, a semi-time-traveler trapped in a chrono-synclastic infundibulum.
See, knowing where you're headed, even some of the things you'll see along the way, is nothing but a blight of knowledge for a human being trapped in life. The universe treats us how it will, which is inevitably in a very cold, impersonal manner, so it seems like a better plan to go where events take us and try to eke out a little enjoyment along the way.
I leave you with:
A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
--Stephen Crane