More than a bystander, we want to have skin in the game. The sidelines are for wimps.
We crave a challenge, knowing that microchips can only solve so much.
So we read and learn more, whittling down ignorance while becoming more curious.
And then we make a bold decision, knowing all too well that what’s important is usually the most neglected.
We neither search for certainty nor distract ourselves from the cause.
Instead, alone and idealistic, we put beliefs into practice and await the unpredictable. With no guarantees, possibilities are infinite.
Making progress reveals a sensation of strangeness. The slightest improvement is a built-in check upon the barriers we set ourselves.
We swaddle into fear’s arms, knowing that we may not get what we want. But at least we tried.
Never an angry young man nor an old one. Rather serious, disciplined, and honorable. We’re far better off wandering freely with the compromise of failure than itching with regret.