but surely the door is already there to be knocked @ the chap just isn't coming this is quite sad really & embarrassing to explain to the construction workers but then ultimately the architect will knock @ the door maybe that is the true moral of the story if you don't have any friends just pay an architect to hang out with you
also my contribution The purpose of life is not happiness, but rather heroic accomplishment. Every soul encompasses potential heroism, I thought. But every soul flickers for a few adolescent years with heroic visions, before resigning itself to mediocre values, before submitting to the lives of others, shrivelling & finally perishing. Why should I not be a soul, which no matter what the sacrifice required, attained heroism? Who could know? Perhaps I would be victorious in my pursuit of heroism. But then the victory itself would no longer have any meaning, but only the tireless striving toward it. eliade, gaudeamus, works & days, p60
oh i completely agree this is essentially the view of esoteric heroism that & self-harm you need to start enjoying the pains of failure
Age is an insatiable thief. It steals the pleasures of your youth, then locks you inside your own body with your desires still glowing. Worse, it makes you dependent upon people who are a half century younger than you. Don't let anyone tell you that it brings you peace, either, because that's the biggest lie of all. [Sorry, lost the attribution.]
"Aye be both a sea captain and a marriage counselor, and I be here to help show you both how to batten your hatches and steer your relation ship through both fair winds and rough seas."
"Haul tight that sheet", "Get a horn in her reefing cringle", "Make sure her bottom's well tarred" - right, that's enough advice for one day, I'm off sailing...