i feel like the choices i make are based on a WACC (weighted average cost of capital) curve, a logical assertion that the risks i expose myself to in the different facets of this dumb life are bouyed by the potential benefits of such undertakings. now, there’s nothing wrong with being careful. but something tells me there’s something amiss, a curveball against a seemingly foolproof way of going about my life. sure i’ve jumped off a cliff, ran across campus naked, and flew alone past the arctic circle to balance things out. dear grandkids, i wasn’t a square. unfortunately, i sit here with the stark realization that i am still awaiting the day that i venture out of my processes. throw me off my rocker! that one crazy thing that will defy all explanations, that will go against all the rules i’ve accustomed my standards to. and not something that can be diluted by time, but i want to find something, someone, that will make me drop what i’m doing and ask questions all over again. to surrender, all over again.
or maybe love is just a fallacy. :)