Always reaching, and never grasping. We work so hard to attain a goal that's never been met. Should we quit? Well, we'd never sent a rover to Mars before and yet Curiosity landed there August 2012. That would suggest we shouldn't give up.
The problem is, wheres our perfection lay? It's always beyond the next hill for me. Behind that next door. Just over the horizon. Something that I'll stumble-upon "tomorrow". If you're human you already know I haven't found it, but I've come close a few times. As the rose-tinted fog of emotion clears up I find that it's not quite there yet, and I must keep searching. Don't they call it "chasing the dragon"? Is that a heroin thing?
It's an anxiety that's always there. Lord knows I've tried to drop it, to leave it behind me but I've already walked through the burr bush and I'm going to be picking those clinging on me until they are all gone. Its been years with no sign of the end.
So is it attainable? Even a little research and common-sense would suggest no. Hell, I've been telling myself "No" for as long as I can remember, yet I can't give up, can't stop here.
I'll never reach the moon, but I might learn something about the stars along the way.
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