i’ve been curious
lately about
the line between
“bravery” (or “courage” etc.),
and “desperation” or,
maybe even “narcissism”.
or even just
“tone-deafness”.
on the one hand,
i think it’s of course
great
to just do things
one feels compelled
to do,
and/or
things that seem to give
life some shimmer
of meaning/substance.
on the other hand,
blindly swinging around,
trying to force things to
“work”
that are evidently not
“working”
seems to be a form of
delusion or
willful ignorance.
it’s difficult to discern what to
“do”
when the things one
“does”
are so devoid of any
feedback.
would one keep swimming,
for example,
if the machinations
of the floundering body
continually kept it
sinking?
my boat
still leaks.
i’ve addressed
none of the leaks,
and cannot imagine
myself ever
doing so.
if you get my drift.
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