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I love what I do for a living, but I sometimes I wish there were more facets to life than work and not work. I am not even sure of which one I am bored. Maybe it's when I get real tired, the end of a week, a month, a season, a year, that I begin to wonder what could have been, what should be, and what could be if I just worked a little a harder, saved a little more, for just a little longer. Everything that is peace and happiness always seems just beyond my over stretched reach. Just passed my shaking fingertips. And I always feel if I just pushed myself a little harder, a little farther, exhausted my mind a little further, I would be able to grab it. But then again, that is what drives me, so if I ever do grab it, If I ever do possess that ultimate peace and happiness, that final satisfaction, then I would not have any ambition, any motivation, any desire or drive to get better, to be better, to surpass the best, to achieve perfection. Perfection is, after all, the definition of always just out of reach. Unattainable, but everlastingly sought after.
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Posted by TheGeneralist on 2008-08-22 00:23:02 | Rating: | Views: 22
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