We choose always; sometimes by default.
People are not to be understood. We do not make sense.
So what does it all mean? We insist on meaning! We suffer its lack acutely. All is Maya. Truly.
...it is all a question of meaning. Purpose, Frankl observed, is to be discovered.
We don’t have difficulty deciding what we want: our ideals are easy enough, however mistaken they may be; it is the compromises reality insists on that are problematic.
Fortune cookie wisdom. “Action is distilled intent.”
Tomorrow is another day.
I’m quite clever at times; quite profound at others. Silly often. Human always. I continue to learn things that in retrospect I believe I should have learnt long ago. However, common sense is as always exceedingly uncommon.
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