Angels & Demons
How boring would life be without sweets and spice? How dreadful the days once melted together. Variety is the spice of life, after all! No rainbows without rain, and all that. Perhaps it's not that bad to be boring, through. I certainly wish I could live with boredom more happily. The unstimulating drudgery demanded by most forms of greatness certainly makes a compelling case for it. So why bother wanting to be great in the first place? Why not aim soundly within reach for a lukewarm life? Get smaller aches for lowers highs. Nothing stops one from simply existing, I suppose. It is a bit ironic, though, how great achievements require immense boredom. Any worthwhile endeavor carries with it a grave bunch of tedium and mess. For instance, I want to start my writing projects, but the simple act of putting all my thoughts on paper, starting to make sense of them, and then fumbling on till polished perfection is more discouraging than any sense of joy or achievement might be otherwise....