Being close to a cherished solution has always been the
worst punishment of my life. Can't connect it to my childhood or whatever obstacle
that would have taken me onto that path of plausible resolutions dissipating
into the thin air. There was nothing of that kind. Not that I can recall of.
Let's define it first. Plausible resolution is an event
which, in case of it happening, would change a situation to a better.
For me it's usually a new chance. A new project. A
chance to start anew. I am in this limbo right now. The thinking is so
simple, and so human. If I secure the budget of X, be in place P, start a clean
slate, it would be close to perfect. It would be perfect time to try for the very
last time. This is what a plausible resolution is.
Happens all the time.
Happens to other people. Me? Something at the very critical moment will not work out. But for once, for once things have to take a good turn? Otherwise people would fail professionally, and never build families. Never truly love. There would be no children. That is not true. People succeed and they grow old with their school sweethearts, and they raise children. And most, most have lives full of hardship but also of delight.
Happens all the time.
Happens to other people. Me? Something at the very critical moment will not work out. But for once, for once things have to take a good turn? Otherwise people would fail professionally, and never build families. Never truly love. There would be no children. That is not true. People succeed and they grow old with their school sweethearts, and they raise children. And most, most have lives full of hardship but also of delight.
Me too, I want loads of hardship. I want a little, meager,
tiny happiness. Floating in the giant boiling pot of hardship. I say yes. I
take this deal.
