The most astoundingly splendid and good thing about life is the sheer potential of it. What do you want to do tomorrow, or next week, or next year? Nothing? Well that’s all very splendid and good too, it’s just not as exciting as say, climbing the moon or swimming to the top of Everest. Not that those are particularly my goals. I would like to fly to the moon and back, with the flight back being the important bit. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell people what froodishly exciting things I’d been doing. Such as larking on the moon. But in all honesty, not to say that the previous wasn’t honest, but more honestly, I’m going to be the world’s first lunar architect. I’ve got it all figured out. Meaning I’ve thought about it. In passing. And approved of the idea. And then calmly gone back to my habitual avoidance of any career moves that might possibly put me in line for such an astounding future life. Or put me in line for any sort of future life.
I prefer to not have any options, and thus, keep them all open.
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