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Meh most people accomplish nothing. The trick is to be satisfied with whatever one's circunstances.
I've always said that having a goal is the first step towards failure.
This is me. Has anyone broken this curse before it's too late?
In my case it turned out that all my discontent and not fitting in was a blessing rather than a curse. Kept me untethered so when I finally hit my breaking point I could look inside until I found peace.
Took almost 40 years to reach my breaking point, but I've pretty much done a factory reset on my internal OS in the past year and a bit, been wonderful.
This is me. Has anyone broken this curse before it's too late?
Is it really a curse? This poem takes as axiomatic the ideas that life is a race, that winning matters, that winning involves a specific destination, and that this destination is more or less the same for everyone: but none of those premises strike me as being particularly defensible. What we are seeing in this poem is not the rambling man as he experiences his own life, but as he is seen through the eyes of a person…
However I think the poem may be deeply ironic, given Robert W Service was probably a member of the "Lost Legion" himself:
Meh most people accomplish nothing. The trick is to be satisfied with whatever one's circunstances.
Woof This cuts me to the bone Was this really written in 1911? I guess things never really change, humans are still humans
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Start a meetup for one of your own passions. Then you’re not the one that has to fit in. My passion is retro shmup, beat’em up, and run n’ gun games — basically designed either directly for the arcade or with that style in mind for modern games. I live in a small city but I noticed a steady stream of these kinds of games coming into the hock shop where I scooped them up for my collection. Figured there must be at lea…
For me specifically this hurts: If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are, And they want the strange and new. They say: "Could I find my proper groove, What a deep mark I would make!" So they chop and change, and each fresh move Is only a fresh mistake.