This statement sprang in my mind and I felt I had to make note of it, even if I was indisposed to decipher it at the time, that is if it had any meaning at all in the first place, or if in another way I can extrapolate any meaning from my life and surroundings since my birth that led to its materialization. The pen shall talk.
The unyieldable may be the object of desire, its eventual possession suggests a brighter future, a clear improvement over the present, the unpredictability over what exactly that improvement is though, the chase, might in fact be the allure, for we all have gotten exactly what we wanted at one point or another and watched as it progressively faded into meaninglessness. Conversely, our failures and near victories took much longer to get noticed retrospectively that they would have been of no use shortly after if we had managed to obtain them.
Looking back at our most fond memories reveals the truth of what was most important. A ball game with your childhood friends in the afternoon. Drifting in the summer sea absentmindedly staring at the sky. Those times where the moment was what counted, not some promise of the future nor a nostalgia of better times past, and yet so invisibly so.
All goals are meaningless, both the yieldable and the unyieldable are unfulfilling if one isn't present to live them.
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