
Biology is binary. Yes or no. In-between does not exist. We are here or we’re not; alive or dead; breathing or suffocating. I am reminded of a post I put up a year or so ago (and too lazy to go find), whereby I said that every decision can be made by answering the question: Do I stay or do I go? Do I stay in this job, or do I quit? Do I remain with this person or do I leave? Should I complete this book, or shelve it? Do I keep writing the blog, or do I walk away?
I see the world, now more so than ever, as binary. Why would this be? Is it a function of getting older–I am alive now, but someday I will not be–or is it the increasing evidence of science? (Free will as a function of biology, yes or no.) I exist, rapt in data stream of zeros and ones.
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Ten questions as prompt to starting a new life.
- What did you love as a kid?
- How many “things” do you really need?
- You’ve got ten minutes to pack a bag for surprise extended trip. What do you take? Why?
- Are you a beach, mountain, desert, woods or city person?
- Would you dye your hair green? (Or, put another way: How strong is your self-confidence?)
- Name three famous people you admired growing up.
- Your house is on fire. What do you pick up as you rush out?
- Rate your sense of adventure on a scale of one to ten, one being beach with chair, ten being Everest.
- Name three famous people you admire now.
- Do you have enough money? (The answer is yes, no matter.)
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For anyone with a modicum of introspection, there is no escape from the specter of eternity. I am reminded of this when reading a unattributed quote: “I write so I won’t be dead before I die.”
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I’m not sure where any of this came from. I can only attribute it to the pressure of a deadline. When you wake up wondering what you will write about for the next day, your hours are spent in a scramble of desperation.
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