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I'm looking at the summer sports wasteland. Not a huge baseball fan. Yes, I know sports are lame. But the passion that goes into such competition is what I'm all about. I don't give a fuck about pucks and balls and hoops, what asshole would? But there's something about watching people's ambitions shatter against one another's in the sterile athletic laboratory that mirrors the real, often dirty, struggles of our daily lives. Yes, poverty, war, bigotry, and the environment are far more important. But the safe competition of sports, the beautiful victories and defeats that take place on the playing field, help connect human beings to the passions needed to make an impact in any of those other areas.
I'm a romantic. In the philosophical/literary sense. Fuck your flowers and chocolates, that's not what I mean. I mean living with as much force and conviction as one can muster. Taking the existential leap: assigning a purpose to one's existence, and then hurling oneself at that purpose with everything you've got. I guess this sounds angsty. If so, it's because I don't feel like I'm doing this. I'm lazy. I'm complacent. I'm passionless. This is a problem.
I'm a romantic. In the philosophical/literary sense. Fuck your flowers and chocolates, that's not what I mean. I mean living with as much force and conviction as one can muster. Taking the existential leap: assigning a purpose to one's existence, and then hurling oneself at that purpose with everything you've got. I guess this sounds angsty. If so, it's because I don't feel like I'm doing this. I'm lazy. I'm complacent. I'm passionless. This is a problem.