I, rather, want a different future, a future that merges both my current and my dreams future. My regret lies in my incompetence to follow my own plans. If I did follow what I set out to do, no matter the result, I'll be satisfied, for I have truly given it my best. As it turns out, my worst enemy is myself.
What we all deeply want from blogging intercourse is an uncensored glimpse of what the brief waking dream called life looks like through the eyes of another person, and reassurance that we are not entirely alone with all that feels most bewildering, peculiar, and intense within us.
Regret for Knowledge
For at least once, we had all wished to turn back time; to redo a blunder, to save ourselves an embarrassment, to save a loved one. We wanted to make our futures better by changing the past.
Optimism
"Be Optimistic" is the worst motto ever. It hides the truth in a deceptive sheath. It values belief over action.
I've heard an old adage, that when sailing, "The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails".
In the previous quote, I considered pessimists to be inferior to optimists, since optimists, albeit effectively doing nothing, has a good spirit.
Yet, recent events have shown light on the dark underbelly of my own optimism, revealing a sour truth:
When it comes to knowledge,
The Realistic scholar knows what they know
The Pessimistic scholar doesn't know that they know
The Optimistic scholar doesn't know that they don't know
Thus, Optimists are masters of self-deception.
And that frightens me greatly.
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