Running away is a solution to many things. Giving up, throwing in the towel, passing the buck, unshouldering the burden, admitting your incapability, playing dead…
It’s a perfect solution for mediocrity, isn’t it?
If you thought that was the rant, you’re sourly mistaken. Here it is.
Let’s try a thought experiment. Nothing real, just a wild and fantastical fantasy. Suppose you are standing on the edge of a rooftop, contemplating jumping down. As long as you haven’t jumped, the choice is always yours. You can jump, stay on the edge or move back. It’s not like you can’t jump two seconds or two hours later. If the situation changes, you can always weigh the odds again and make a more suitable choice.
But what if you jump? You make a choice and you jump. I think that’s the best choice you can make; the most logical. If you stay on the edge, or you move back, the edge and the jump will always be there, tempting and tantalizing. Why defer the choice?
Some might say because it’s a final choice and because you will always have the option, you can postpone it for later. It’s not like the edge is going anywhere, right? Wrong. I say you should always jump the first chance you get, because once you jump, there is no going back and there is no more choices. Why would you postpone a move that solves your dilemma so quickly? How come people (including myself) defer such obviously logical choices for more than a single second?
I like these kind of choices. I like changes and commitments that you cannot revert. They simplify life so much.
I think it’s kind of funny, I think it’s kind of sad,
The memories in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.
That’s not about death of course. It’s about giving up in despair. It’s about indecision and inability to deal. It’s about petty problems that prove impossible for weak people.
It’s about me.