Philosophy is an extremely tumultuous undertaking, one which is similar to scaling a mountain.
The past couple of years have been a strange voyage indeed. So much confusion has been wrought, yet so much clarity has been gained.
I don’t believe I’ve ever been in a relationship that’s lasted a whole year. Maybe this helps explain some of my current troubles… and past troubles, for that matter. On at least three occasions I’ve managed to date someone for several months before things came crashing down like an Angry Birds edifice.
He rode around in a golf cart. He’d suffered a stroke several years prior and couldn’t possess a standard driver’s license. So he would occasionally travel up and down our street in that golf cart.
Remember their faces, adorned with beaming smiles. Remember their stories, full of mischief, laughter and love. Remember their final hour in this world, and the ungodly shock we felt.
How did I get here? Where was I going? All around me were lights, and the sounds of tires rolling swiftly over rain-slicked roads.
I was sitting across the table from my account manager Suzy, my Chick-fil-A chicken biscuit cautiously awaiting its fate. She and I were meeting to discuss certain frustrations that had crept into my job and indeed my life.
The world would benefit from less writing—or, as George Orwell might have put it, less writing without purpose.
Eventually I narrowed my list of ultimate powers to four. Ponder each of them carefully, then ask yourself: Which power would I choose over the rest, and would I trust myself to wield that power responsibly?
At some point during my vacation, the switch was flipped. This moment was my Mental Breakthrough, and the resulting conviction was that my life deserves the benefit of a positive mindset.