i will not bait…

A life spent being absolutely nothing is a life wasted. But then again there is no nominal value for acheivement is there?

It seems like such a paltry existence if you have nothing to believe in, if you never acheive greatness. And the trick is not acheiving the greatness others long for, but the greatness you want and desire in yourself.

In some ways, I’ve started down my path, but it lies in the back of my mind that it is perfectly possibly I will never be a D.H Lawrence, Hemingway or a Tolstoy. So what then? … Do I just float like driftwood into the abyss of Underacheivement and Broken Dreams?

Do I then, quietly accept my “FATE?” Will I ever be happy enough to know I have accomplished Enough? What is enough really? Producing offspring, having a partner to grow old with, grandchildren?

I’m asking questions I cannot find the answers to.

… no i wouldn’t!

  

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