Maybe The Only Question That Determines Where I Am Going With My Life Is...

Maybe it is more about just being where we are, in acceptance yet always open to the way of "no-calculation", a world full of surprises. Thinking in terms of "improvement" or "decline" seems to treat our "self" as some sort of "object" that needs polishing.

Not to mention turning our lives into that of a Colonel Cathcart in "Catch 22" :-

[i]Cathcart lives in an "unstable, arithmetical world of black eyes and feathers in his cap," oscillating between anguish and exhilaration. When he feels he has failed, that's a black eye; success brings a feather to his cap[/i]

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I'm going to sleep in long 👌😂