I’ve been planning the title of this post for awhile, and while I need not be specific, I claim my right to post comment.
I have a tendency to romanticize life, in good and bad ways. Sometimes I want to believe that out there is a grand destiny awaiting me and that I need only be patient until it’s filled. Of course the fallacy is that that day never really comes, wild dreams rarely come true and love never sweeps you away…without hard work and conscious focus.
With hard work and conscious focus, we can find a balance between what’s fantasy and what really can happen. You can still dream of changing the world while you’re changing a diaper — in fact in that very act you are doing just that.
Part of lack of progress in people, aside from flappable egos and laziness (among other things) is their belief that someone or something outside of them will swoop in and fix everything. This is the welfare state of mind.
The other side of the coin is the heads down worker, who rarely pauses to dream a little or believe in some magic simply because survival is of the essence. Sometimes I feel this is my Korean work ethic, the one passed to me by ancestors toiling in rice paddies, unbeknownst that one of their future kin would be here in America scrapping for a better life, not just for his family but the posterity of the generations of people who brought him to this point in history.
The mood I like to assume is a balance of dreamer and pragmatist, of free will and strong will. I believe in faith, and its power to take one’s wildest dreams and manifest them into unexpected pockets of good luck and fortune.
But, yeah, render me sterile today. And every day after this. I’m ready to move on.