Without going fully into la-la land, sometimes a reasonable degree of paranoia can actually help you achieve great success in your life.
I had plans today. I had a schedule. I had goals, timetables, and I was fired up to get some stuff done.
None of it happened.
And that’s fine.
One moment my desk is clear. The next — chaos.
Part of me desires a minimal existence — simple, linear, and focused.
But then, I don’t want to impose my desire for those things on my kids. And kids are rarely minimal.
It’s such a simple question. But for most, it goes unanswered, or perhaps remains formless and wraith-like.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.