"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
It may be a bit pessimistic but nonetheless I liked it and has some validity in the constant flux of power that we see today in all arenas. Human nature is fickle. And it must be realised that even villains die - and to someone they are a hero. Every hero needs a nemisis. The concept of hero/villain may even be flawed (at least in a a
bsolute fashion). Robin Hood - Hero or Villain?
This is the problem with travelling on your own. You have too much time to think and you start to go loopy and thinking about things in way to much depth and in some ways almost lose sight of reality. Some may say that this is a good thing. But I think that there is a healthy limit to thinking and particularly self-analysis. There is a point at which it becomes destructive not because of the critique itself but becasue of how the critique comes about. It happens in a non-reality. You begin assessing yourself with respect to a particular context which you have completely removed yourself. So have you lost sight of the very thing that you are critiquing? Perspective is good. And it is good to detach yourself from the minutiae of life but I wonder if too much removal become fruitless because the very thing that you
are critiquing in a sense fails to exist anymore. Or you start critquing things that would not actually be an issue if you put yourself back in 'reality'. Maybe that is why it is the pursuit of happiness that we ache for not the actualisation of happiness. What would we do if we actually got there? Pack up camp.
This brings me to another thought. In a world of free thought and theoretically unlimited possibilities to advance ourselves why do we dream so small and live in doubt? Instead of opening doors we seem to dream of them and quietly close them when we abruptly awake. How much should we listen to society around us - do we ignore the marketing or do we accept it? Do we live with it/coexist? Perhaps we can either choose to accept or rej
ect commercialism/marketing influences and then we have the choice to either indulge in that choice and then we have the further choice to be happy or sad about that. I.e. don't reject marketing and chose to indulge in that philosophy and be bitter about it. It's your choice to be happy. Damn I have spent way too much time alone in museums this week. Going coo-coo.
I have just been going through one of those 'what is you favourite movie/musical artist? and must have an answer ready' moment. And coincidently two of my favourite films also include some of my favourite musical and lyrical moments: The film 'Once' for which Glen Hansard from The Frames acts and sings and the other is As it is in Heaven (Swedish). Glen Hansard is great: raw and captures a desperation for love that I think many would understand. And the other film (longest running film in Oz!) is simply beautiful.
I am currently at a cafe. Indulging for what feels like the first time in a little while. I have turned my back on the galleries and museums and decided that no guilt can come from doing what you really want to do. So right now I am doing just that: scoffing (like an English aristocrat - NOT) on my salmon and olive panini and sipping on my blueberry smoothy and inhaling my massive cappacino. It feels great! I have my laptop to dick around on and my book to soak up the remains. This book likes to mock me I feel... Holds mirrors to me. I still think my tombstone should read '...in pursuit of a resume...'
I will try and complete that in the next week in my villa in Tuscany... That doesn't sound too horrible now does it?
Wow seeing easter eggs and Valantine shit everywhere... gimme gimme! Far Out!
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