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Sometimes I feel like I've had a celebration dinner, and it's that hour of the night where the raucous dancing and songs were two hours ago, and the lights will be totally dark and the hall empty in 30 minutes, but for now the last few, whether pockets of two and three and two, or just one, are left with the glitter pressed into their heels and the balloons alighted on the floor around them. Its a feeling without the stimulus of whatever the party was about, so it can be happy or sad - do I feel like I just achieved some level of success, or that I'm leaving something behind with one last huzzah? Or is it the celebration of success on my own low-bar terms - a happy life of friends and fun and flexibility?
Two things come to mind. One is Herman Hesse's Siddhartha, in his second stage of life - viceful, wealthy, but ready to suceed in a different way. The other is Dr. Manhattan's simple dismissal of Ozymandias' conceit of achieving world peace: “Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."
Two things come to mind. One is Herman Hesse's Siddhartha, in his second stage of life - viceful, wealthy, but ready to suceed in a different way. The other is Dr. Manhattan's simple dismissal of Ozymandias' conceit of achieving world peace: “Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."