Ambition
"We are all creatures of ambition, even if that ambition is to free ourselves of responsibility. The desire to escape ambition is, in and of itself, ambition, and thus ambition is an inescapable truth of rational existence."
What is your dream? Do you dream big enough? Are your designs grand?
I dream small. I wish only to help those that reach to me for help. I speak not of simple charity, of donations to the poor. If they care nothing for me as an individual, I cannot care for them as individuals. No, I care for those who have shown me that they exist. People who have shown me that they are unique, have their own experiences, and have their own problems. I wish them, each day, to be better than they are the day before.
What is better? It is not fact, laid in stone. There is no good nor bad, smart nor stupid. Effects of effects layer upon each other, so that end results cannot be told so simply. What one regrets today, they find comfort in having learned, years later. Better, then, is what I think is best: arrogance at its worst.
Am I wrong to affect so the lives of others? Can I know the end effect of all my actions? These are questions that haunted me, and still linger. By what right have I to determine the effect I have on others?
Ambition.
There are things that exist that I care not for. I don't place the same meaning as others in concepts like education, economy, even friendship. I define myself as different than those formalities. I live my life inside of others, in the effects I have had upon them, and the effects those effects bring.
I have the biggest ambition I can imagine: To change people. To help them have what I have. To let them have understanding.
That's what separates cogs from rational beings from understanding beings. One functions within a system, the other thinks about the system, and the last understands the system.
There will be those that understand already, those who will sit on the sidelines and watch to see what it means, and those who arch an eyebrow quizzically, then come calling. The first and the last are the ones I know and cherish. The second, those I mourn, and the last, those whom I will see.
Nothing is fair, because fairness isn't something that exists: it is a conceived concept.
What is your dream? Do you dream big enough? Are your designs grand?
I dream small. I wish only to help those that reach to me for help. I speak not of simple charity, of donations to the poor. If they care nothing for me as an individual, I cannot care for them as individuals. No, I care for those who have shown me that they exist. People who have shown me that they are unique, have their own experiences, and have their own problems. I wish them, each day, to be better than they are the day before.
What is better? It is not fact, laid in stone. There is no good nor bad, smart nor stupid. Effects of effects layer upon each other, so that end results cannot be told so simply. What one regrets today, they find comfort in having learned, years later. Better, then, is what I think is best: arrogance at its worst.
Am I wrong to affect so the lives of others? Can I know the end effect of all my actions? These are questions that haunted me, and still linger. By what right have I to determine the effect I have on others?
Ambition.
There are things that exist that I care not for. I don't place the same meaning as others in concepts like education, economy, even friendship. I define myself as different than those formalities. I live my life inside of others, in the effects I have had upon them, and the effects those effects bring.
I have the biggest ambition I can imagine: To change people. To help them have what I have. To let them have understanding.
That's what separates cogs from rational beings from understanding beings. One functions within a system, the other thinks about the system, and the last understands the system.
There will be those that understand already, those who will sit on the sidelines and watch to see what it means, and those who arch an eyebrow quizzically, then come calling. The first and the last are the ones I know and cherish. The second, those I mourn, and the last, those whom I will see.
Nothing is fair, because fairness isn't something that exists: it is a conceived concept.