This is a little bit later than usual for me, but I drank a fair bit last night, so I’ll excuse myself. I’m in the mood for a bit of self-flagellation, but I’m not sure if I’ll do it here. I can’t stand the thought of failing. It fills me with bitterness, anxiety, and even a touch of ennui. Everything starts to feel superfluous. It’s fun to think that society isn’t held together by anything stronger than expectation. Civilization only continues to exist because we expect it to. If we didn’t, we would just act however we felt like acting, without any concern for terrestrial order. It happens often in countries that experience assassinations or coups. Once that expectation of peace and stability is gone, everyone scrambles like cockroaches exposed the sun.
I’m not being pessimistic, just pragmatic. This is the way things are, wanting them to be different won’t change them. The only thing anyone can change is themselves. That’s why I’ve committed to striving for greatness. Man has the power, the capacity for greatness. Most of us do. A janitor could be the best possible janitor he could be. I know that because I do it every day. If every person held themselves to a standard just a bit higher than they could ever hope to reach, they would always strive and the world would be a better place for it.
I’m getting preachy again. It’s easy to. I think we all get a little preachy from time to time. Or maybe I’m projecting. I’m probably projecting.
I did a long one yesterday, so I’ll do a short one today.