Not to make it.
What if you chose to don’t win at the games of life? No
success, no glory. At the very least you will find yourself in the biggest
group, lots of comrades and there is safety in numbers or at least comfort. No
risk, no pain of growing or loosing, little changes. You get to preserve the
most of you as you may avoid giving yourself to any cause or purpose. You may
not achieve absolute zero but staying on
the first steps also takes some work.
Make it by work.
Oh, the comforts and safety of eating from a cubiclized
bucket, just put your head to it, day in day out, eat from it, grow, look down,
look into the details on the table, master the routines, enjoy being an Ox.
What can go wrong? Is an honorable and fairly safe live. Is
living in the center of the fish school, your world will be created and defined
by the sacrifice of explorers, and you too will sacrifice for them feeding them
with your grinding.
As far as time is perceived, the shadow of change will be
casted. When we pasture with our heads down is harder to see how the valley
moves and yet they do, mountains and oceans dance like starts and black holes,
everything changes on time. The Ox that dies before changes catch up with him
is a happy Ox, the less lucky ones struggle to stay afloat on the waves of
changes, loosing much or all.
The bean counter will build a gold wall if only given a
tedious age.
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