I think definitions are for the weak.
All that bullshit about needing to know what exactly it is that you want. Please don’t fool yourself into believing that you are determining things for yourself, putting something up there on the bulletin board, just to check it off later and sleep with the sweet satisfaction of calculating how far in life you are from your goal. Allow me to tell you the major drawbacks of your failed, yet extensive analysis while I try not deriving pleasure at it.
You are not at it.
You are determining less and confining yourself more, to the two-dimensional colours of black and white. What good has that ever done for anyone?
Do you never want to leave anything up to imagination? Besides, saying you did complete your mission in life- first step wanting, second step having. Then what? Are you okay with this two-step system that may never allow you to speedily run up the ladder three steps at a time?
Choose abstraction. Choose it heartily and choose it every step along the way. Let it confuse you, mold you, stretch you and feel the sharp pang slap your soul as it contracts in half a second, much like an elastic.
Sacrifice yourself at the altar of dignity every chance you get if it allows you to hope, if it allows you even a possibility no matter how bleak, at something new. Something that makes you smile. And then when you get remotely close to it, smile. Smile so wide that your ears can feel it. Almost as if they’re ringing a BRRRRRRRRUMMMM down your spine, until it hits home.
There will be times when you think you are failing, and so miserably at that. There will be times when you will think hard and won’t be able to come up with anything good to say about yourself. You will be vulnerable.
Let the glimmer of your soul brighten up the universe, one person at a time. Let them know you will feel everything that life has to offer and you will hug the crap out of it. Be vulnerable. Cry your eyes out.
What’s the point of abstraction if you can’t reach for the stars and crumble into a billion pieces of stardust unable to assemble itself into anything that categorizes itself under matter?
Tell me you do not see the beauty in that.
Choose abstraction. Fuck the rest.