Living is dying.
You are dead to all of the world’s possibilities, save for the one thing you are doing right now.
What could be more tragic?
I’ll tell you what could be more tragic: If you’re not happy doing the one thing in the world that you have chosen to do right now.
But how can you possibly be happy doing the one thing you are doing right now, knowing that in so doing you have died to all of the other billion billion things you could be doing right now?
I know this is a stupid line of reasoning—but it is one I find myself stuck in all of the time.
I used to be one of those people who judged others who had hang-ups and silly things they couldn’t get past. Thank God I finally realized I was one of them. Now I look at people funny if they seem like they DON’T have irrational demons they cannot get the better of.
Living is dying; dying to a billion things that you choose to exchange for a few.