The sea, she beckons
The pursuit of greatness is a monomaniacal curse. It is a constant, unending anxiety to do better - worse still, to be better. Being is an unfriendly state. I’d say I’m rather ambivalent to it on the whole. When the subject comes up, I tell people my dream death is walking into the street like an idiot and being evaporated by a bus I didn’t know was coming. It would make things simpler. But until that day comes, the curse to strive continues. Ceaselessly.
May 6, 2025