Do I cry more for the “audience” or the rest of humanity?
I doubt I could have written better, but I wish the author had ended before drawing his conclusions for us. While it seems a shame to miss out on “stopping to smell the flowers,” if the “audience” in the underground was hurrying along to create or produce something of private and personal meaning no matter how amateurish or dilettantish it might seem excusable. For me the tragedy is that most are going about the motions of attending meetings, completing reports or turning the cogs of civilisation that nobody really cares about.
File under forgotten.
Playing yesterday’s “You only have one chance” game was unsatisfactory but unsurprising. I am well aware that whatever we choose, independence or marriage, career or family, ambition or serenity, we pay a price. The most regrettable choice would be to remain passive and fail to choose and to have neither. In the game the scientist had to choose between “producing” results in the lab or “consuming” leisure with his daughter in the park. To me neither choice was better or worse, but was either better than staying in bed or closing the eyes to jump into the abyss before it inevitably called? From the perspective of eternity neither matters … but who lives from the perspective of eternity?
After playing the little game yesterday, seeing this contribution this morning for the first time was especially fitting. I have plenty of regrets about life, mostly missed opportunities and wasted potential. Maybe this gives me something to open my eyes again and some perspective to rouse me out of my stupor. I may have missed plenty of chances in the past, but there are plenty more now that I will certainly miss if I don’t get out of bed again today.
All I have to do is tailor some new threads … you know, for the emperor. Anybody have some tips how to get my new fashion noticed and taken up by the famous and fashionable? Maybe it’s ok if I just forget the emperor and just wear them myself.
A concert for one.