The Perfect Life, September 15, 2009
We all want the perfect life. Don’t we all wish to succeed in our careers? To find financial sustainability? To be happy with our families and love ones? Never have we wished to live in the gutter, to scavenge and beg for food. That trait is not in our nature. I am going to have to indulge, my dear readers, in another great episode of hope here at the chateau. You can send me flowers later.
Why do we do it? Why do we wish for the best of ourselves? I guess what I am saying is, why can’t we settle for mediocrity, a mundane life? I don’t need that $100,000 job; I’ll stay with the $25,000 one. I guess much of that aspect, does carry with it, some sort of greed, if you want to call it that. But don’t we all want to the best? I for one dream of that big house to raise a family. I dream of not having to worry if there is no food on the table. I dream of always having that postcard Christmas, where we all sit in the living room around the fireplace, in that room with tons of presents, you can keep the cheesy sweaters.
Don’t we all dream of perfection? Of course we do. It is what drives those that work, to work. It is what makes every student, a student. We are told that hard work and dedication pay off at the end. The end, I question? Is that end perfection. Is me going to work and school every day, the road to perfection? The road to me dream? I ponder way too much.
“Perfection does not exist,” someone once told me. “Why not,” I asked them back, “Because you can’t always get what you want,” they told me. So perfection is everything that we want. It is happiness. Happiness needs, and consists, two qualities that make it so. One, it must be perfect, and the other is that it must be worth the time invested to achieving it. If there ever was a virtue that all we humans share to the bones. Is hope. Hope of achieving both utter happiness and perfection. Will we ever get there? Maybe. Does it matter if we do or not? Maybe not. But, I’ll be damned if I won’t try my heart out to experience it, just a little.
We all want the perfect life. Don’t we all wish to succeed in our careers? To find financial sustainability? To be happy with our families and love ones? Never have we wished to live in the gutter, to scavenge and beg for food. That trait is not in our nature. I am going to have to indulge, my dear readers, in another great episode of hope here at the chateau. You can send me flowers later.
Why do we do it? Why do we wish for the best of ourselves? I guess what I am saying is, why can’t we settle for mediocrity, a mundane life? I don’t need that $100,000 job; I’ll stay with the $25,000 one. I guess much of that aspect, does carry with it, some sort of greed, if you want to call it that. But don’t we all want to the best? I for one dream of that big house to raise a family. I dream of not having to worry if there is no food on the table. I dream of always having that postcard Christmas, where we all sit in the living room around the fireplace, in that room with tons of presents, you can keep the cheesy sweaters.
Don’t we all dream of perfection? Of course we do. It is what drives those that work, to work. It is what makes every student, a student. We are told that hard work and dedication pay off at the end. The end, I question? Is that end perfection. Is me going to work and school every day, the road to perfection? The road to me dream? I ponder way too much.
“Perfection does not exist,” someone once told me. “Why not,” I asked them back, “Because you can’t always get what you want,” they told me. So perfection is everything that we want. It is happiness. Happiness needs, and consists, two qualities that make it so. One, it must be perfect, and the other is that it must be worth the time invested to achieving it. If there ever was a virtue that all we humans share to the bones. Is hope. Hope of achieving both utter happiness and perfection. Will we ever get there? Maybe. Does it matter if we do or not? Maybe not. But, I’ll be damned if I won’t try my heart out to experience it, just a little.
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