Somewhere down the line, I realize that I had stopped searching, and convinced myself that there was nothing more left for me to look for.The age of wonderment,intrigue and wanton curiosity has given way to casual searching and general satisfaction with shortcuts and crash courses.
But the irony is that from this general attitude of satisfaction stems my discontent- my dissatisfaction.
Somehow I have accepted limitations in life, drawn boundaries on my own volition, and set my limits far below what should fascinate me.
The world is divided into satisfiers and maximisers-satisfiers accept their conditions as they are, and maximisers don’t accept any conditions until they meet maximum standards.
Statistically, maximisers take longer to achieve their goals than satisfiers and are less happier overall.
I believe we become satisfiers once we start growing old-not chronologically, but psychically. The old -world weary wizened soul is also the most cynical.
We cynics believe that our vision have the power to cut right through the fog and see it what it really is.
The world is shit-so why bother-lets all compromise.
Right now, more than anything else, I want to be born again-psychically-with an age of wonderment ahead of me.