There is only one, one cause worth fighting for; a worthwhile life.
That which we all lack, and despairing of that, we wonder why life?
Yes our struggle is with existence itself,
the very concept of something, the concept of worth, are under attack
so could it be we are romantics at heart?
lost without a path to tred?
Yet for our love, we can’t leave. We fight on, because we know little else.
which brings me back to the start; is that meaningful?
IS IT ENOUGH?!
hmmm? What say you?
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Through the pain, through the tears, yes for my love that seems reason enough to go on. But I will not mind going on, when I must.
Are we capable of creating a life simple enough to be worthwhile? Seems to me that all we know is how to complicate ourselves into frustrating corners, searching for worth and simplicity…a simple life would be worthwhile for me, but my toys…I need my complex toys and impossible situations to satisfy my insatiable hunger for progress, reason and drive. Complicated layer upon complicated layer upon…well. You know.
“a simple life would be worthwhile for me, but my toys…I need my complex toys and impossible situations to satisfy my insatiable hunger for progress, reason and drive.”
That sums it up for me too. It’s like a war between simplicity (rest) vs ambition (chaos). But before we all go rushing for the simplicity door, we should remember that simplicity is basically stagnation. While ambition is progress.
Do we sit on our 100 sq ft island happy with 1 coconut tree in the middle of nowhere? Or do we pull a Magellan and sail a ship around the world just because we can?
Welp I think Magellan got slaughtered for pissing off the natives. I wonder if his last thoughts were “it was a worthwhile life” … or “dude wtf was I thinking”
how complex is required though? It’s something I’m wondering about myself, because I’m thinking about just becoming really good at music, like that’s my whole thing
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I hope it was the latter.