Early this morning, somewhere in the hour of me falling asleep and the alarm going off I had my arms stretched up above my head and my knees bent to the same side, almost as if I was jumping in a pose similar to Stina Dabrowski at the end of each segment. It's what the air does to me! I sleep in a victory pose rather than with my head buried in the pillow.
A short moment of bliss of being a victor. Things will work out. They will. I promise. For all of you.
Against my better judgement I occationally catch episodes of How I met your mother and in one of them Ted talked about how he figured being old would be great. You'd have no worries as you've already accomplished everything and Robin disagrees and says that it's the journey that makes it worth while. Sitcom philosophy. Oh! Speaking of philiosphy, read this: http://david.brax.nu/ He almost looks like Alex Kapranos! (http://www.dn.se/insidan/njutning-viktigare-an-vi-tror-1.959670)
Anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yeah, philosophy light, the whole tension between the goal and the road. I'm sure that it is the journey that's the important bit, at least nowadays. We have so many options that we must keep moving so we don't drown. I'm at my happiest when I'm going somewhere and working towards something, once I get there I always feel empty. I'm not ready to stop moving and I'm surely not ready to give up my dreams. We'll all die eventually and that must be the ultimate goal, then you really have nothing to worry about.
For farmgirl Anna in 1745 it might have been different. To begin with, life was shorter, so in that aspect you'd have to run faster, Anna didn't have as much time to rechange her mind. Also from our perspective it doesn't look as if she had many options at all. She was expected to do certain things. Find a nice farmboy named Nils and have nice little farmkids and a productive chicken. Was she unable to feel the bliss of the the winds of change in her braided hair? I doubt that. I'm sure she could feel the same amount, if not more, of happiness than we can. It was just other things that brought that feeling to her, that feeling of that everything will work out. Also, she didn't have as much time to roll her thumbs and ponder as Molly does in 2009.
Maybe I would have enjoyed knowing exactly what was expected of me and working hard to get there rather than close to aimlessly run down paths I thought were the right ones until I stumble on a tuft and fall face down in the mud. Either way I might not have had so much time to get lost.
Up at atom.
(And if you didn't understand the title of the post, you should have clicked the links and read between the lines of what I wrote and found the answer to have been "On the move, pleased and happy)
A short moment of bliss of being a victor. Things will work out. They will. I promise. For all of you.
Against my better judgement I occationally catch episodes of How I met your mother and in one of them Ted talked about how he figured being old would be great. You'd have no worries as you've already accomplished everything and Robin disagrees and says that it's the journey that makes it worth while. Sitcom philosophy. Oh! Speaking of philiosphy, read this: http://david.brax.nu/ He almost looks like Alex Kapranos! (http://www.dn.se/insidan/njutning-viktigare-an-vi-tror-1.959670)
Anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yeah, philosophy light, the whole tension between the goal and the road. I'm sure that it is the journey that's the important bit, at least nowadays. We have so many options that we must keep moving so we don't drown. I'm at my happiest when I'm going somewhere and working towards something, once I get there I always feel empty. I'm not ready to stop moving and I'm surely not ready to give up my dreams. We'll all die eventually and that must be the ultimate goal, then you really have nothing to worry about.
For farmgirl Anna in 1745 it might have been different. To begin with, life was shorter, so in that aspect you'd have to run faster, Anna didn't have as much time to rechange her mind. Also from our perspective it doesn't look as if she had many options at all. She was expected to do certain things. Find a nice farmboy named Nils and have nice little farmkids and a productive chicken. Was she unable to feel the bliss of the the winds of change in her braided hair? I doubt that. I'm sure she could feel the same amount, if not more, of happiness than we can. It was just other things that brought that feeling to her, that feeling of that everything will work out. Also, she didn't have as much time to roll her thumbs and ponder as Molly does in 2009.
Maybe I would have enjoyed knowing exactly what was expected of me and working hard to get there rather than close to aimlessly run down paths I thought were the right ones until I stumble on a tuft and fall face down in the mud. Either way I might not have had so much time to get lost.
Up at atom.
(And if you didn't understand the title of the post, you should have clicked the links and read between the lines of what I wrote and found the answer to have been "On the move, pleased and happy)
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