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When I was a kid I remember being quite depressed when I realized that I didn’t not have enough time in a single life time to become friends with every single living human in the world, visit every single town, every city in the world, paint & write thousands of poems in one life time, fall in love a million times and … start many companies, learn every language living and dead, eat every kind of meal ever created, master all the ways, and gain all of the knowledge humanity has cultivated over centuries
I get sad about this at time (still?) Yet, most of the time I feel more optimistic than I did before. There is a gut feeling that having a constraint makes it a choice I have to make. The choice puts more weight to my decisions in a liberating way. I feel more optimistic because there is gravity to my design
Almost like a gravitational slingshot around the moon - helps you go farther, faster when you can use that constraint to your advantage in a way that couldn’t be done if the moon wasn’t there 17 replies
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“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.
One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet, and another fig was a professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” 0 reply
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