I have recently got a bunch of “well-wishers”. They keep telling me what not to do when nobody else is doing, how not to feel about outrageous things, why should I rather stay at the ivory pedestal, how not to have life and how to be modest and polite and how to be an Ideal Man of Reverential Stature!
Fact: They never could summon courage to try even one of those things and now seeing me getting there out of my foolish enthusiasm, need a leash of moralistic commandment to justify their cowardice! I do have sympathy for them. I genuinely wish they were more courageous for they got all abilities to make a difference.
Let them have their temple and folklores of valore and stoicism. I prefer to leave a rather complicated, genuine and humane trail : a man’s journey with courage to fail and a heart to pick himself up. Mine will not be a fabulous fables of Aesop’s morals. It will be a confusing one – left for those who could muster enough courage to dream of making something exciting with their lives, imperfect as much as it might.
I would, at any day or night, prefer an imperfect, incomplete action that exists over a perfect imagination.
Yes, it is damningly isolating intellectually. But hey, at least I am living, not surviving!
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