extra-extroverted

A man walks into a train scanning all the faces therin as if looking for someone but he does that everytime he takes a  train. I realise I am this man and I am looking for nothing more than inspiration.

There are days when I wake up jumping out of bed, experiencing an exquisite joy of being myself. By the time I have my morning shots of "ristretto", I am skipping steps as I climb or descend stairs, dancing as I wait for the train, greeting and conversing with strangers, that are ultra-vulnerable to the human connection as we individually share public space and time ...

Moral of the story: Try greeting strangers more often, even with just a smile.

On carpe diem and deferred happiness

Dad was a very ambitious artist and theater director until he married mom. Mom was a very ambitious student but had to quit school after she married dad. I seem to have inherited all of their ambitions that channel through arts and science but hardly find enough time or space in my life.

"The misfortune of my life is perhaps that I am interested in far too many things and not decidedly in some one thing; my interests are not all subordinated to one thing but are all co-ordinated." -Soren Kierkegaard


To gild the lily or add insult to injury (yet to be revealed), I have authored my own ambitious to do list that grows inexorably at astounding rates. You might refer to it as a carpe diem syndrome with bipolar outbreaks around birthday and new year memento-mori deadlines. Contrastly, with my longing for a eutopic stability that can be diagnosed with deferred happiness syndrome, I am nuked in a catch-22 situation that I have always characterized by the dilemma of "depth or breadth search" i.e. "master or jack of all trades"... I am left to choose between spreading myself too thin, or stuffing myself too thick.


So, should I elaborate further or move to a different topic et serait-il en espanol o in un altra idioma #%$?%??





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