Or do whatever it takes for you to end up (and eventually die) doing what you love, whatever it is you want to do, even if it takes your life.
Because it is the purpose you and I have been made for, and it the reason to live, and if it really is what it is,, then id be happy to die of it.
Pretty idealistic. In a way it is grim, knowing that the ultimate end would be death. But don’t we already know that death will come? And at this point, the ‘YOLO’ adage comes in.
Life comes and goes. Painful to be left by someone. Also when it is your turn to finally leave people behind. Death can only be sweet when it is:
And with these I guide myself, no less, through life. Guidance through life using death. Flashy.
And this is when I know that I should be great. i shouldn’t exit BIG; I’d rather live big, and then die in a small manner. Pull together my greatest of works and then publish, then wait for the fame, and if that doesn’t do anything to help the spread of common good, I’d settle with infamy for the plagues I’ve unknowingly let out. Either way, something I have done is out there, bolstered the good, or at least shaken weak faith.
Anyhow, I am not dying. Simply thinking. Hopefully not stinking.
On with the current events:
It has been five months since I last posted. And for much longer before that, I think. I still hope to write for my fame though.
I have a new set of long-term goals: