"For if we are flawed, we shall never have it all."
Time and time again, the greatest human mistake is made: attempting to do things perfectly, in order, with no complaints.
How would perfection count as a mistake? Well, what counts as a mistake? Are they genuine errors, or are they the breaking of expectations we ourselves set, bars so high we can't possibly hope to reach them in this fragile mortal coil and its flawed stressed biological computer that dictates everything to its own mysterious will.
Such will that we have yet to understand, such a process we may never fully grasp, and still, we insist on giving ourselves the title of rational and having some sort of "consciousness."
It is obvious to anyone who isn't a fool that there are exceptions, mistakes sometimes are bad, sometimes terrible, sometimes tragic and sometimes absolutely unforgivable.
These are not instances of your mind drifting into its creativity void or of things in which your input is minimal, these mistakes are of a more functional nature - when we're acting as what we are, animals.
This so called rationality and this consciousness which gives us imagination is the one whom I blame for our worries. Whom we let take control of our lives.
This is not about giving away thought and becoming a husk, this is about truly knowing what matters and not giving up - but instead attaining the knowledge that we have this control. We can do something about it, and we can choose that.
Nihilists don't often say much, after all, their whole philosophy is about giving up.
I don't think they have it all wrong, but they give up too much. What enjoyment can be had if you give the ability for joy up? What are you going to do when you get out of bed?
No end goal is required, no grand search, no great ambitions, the only thing humans truly need is to be happy so they can be driven.
That search for perfection can take many forms. Money, lust, power, simply getting an A in every test or writing your HIVE blog post in time... but for what?
If you know something makes you happy, then the only logical thing is to do it. If politics makes you happy, go for the presidency. If money makes you happy, then invest. If it's power then become an electrician.
Of course I'm just an IT technician - what I do makes me happy, my daily routine makes me happy, my friends make me happy, and life isn't the same for everyone.
But sometimes taking out a little bit of the nihilist hidden within us is good, don't take it out so much as for it to start giving you bad ideas, but take it out just enough to let that wind and sun hit your skin, or let the pleasant noise of rain hitting your roof drive your mind away, at least for a little bit... For myself I'm stil wondering what's best for me, still writing this book in my mind, not a book of rules, but a book of me.
Everyone will take a different approach, but if one day this book of how I think gets out there and it influences people like the ideas of the great German few of the 18th and 19th century, even if just a handful of people, I hope that influence is good, and I hope people don't read me like they read some Nietzsche.
All I'm trying to say is
The greatest drug is joy. Be happy.
