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Thursday, July 27, 2006
dreaming of flying - as always
Somehow this is one of my favorite pictures of paragliding, or rather, parawaiting. Scott is in the middle. There is something of restless longing that all pilots feel when their feet are firmly on the ground and their dreams are firmly aloft.
What are we but miniscule specs in the face of a city of millions like New York City. What does our personal happiness - or dissatisfaction - matter on a grand scheme of things for all the millions of other insignificant specs? In reality - not much. So, once again, on the grand scheme of things, the only person who would even notice what you do - outside of your mother - is yourself. This is the only court you have to hope to ever satisfy. Committing acts of forged happiness will never bother any other soul - other than yourself. So, no reason not to be honestly feeling whatever you are feeling - fess up, speak up and die honest. And then, if you are lucky you might even die happy.
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