Whilst contemplating life's questions in the shower (which is a regular activity for me) i had an interesting thought.
The concept of improvement has been buzzing around a lot in my head lately. Improving lackluster study habits and work ethic, improving skills in the martial arts, improving my capabilities as a musician and improving myself as a person in general. And I thought of how much I was capable of, and how much I needed to improve myself so as to not waste the gifts I've been given.
This was nothing new.
But what was new was this thought: "Why do we improve?"
Why do I want to make myself better? Why am I trying to make the world a better place?
What is the goal, what is the final product, what is the great reality that human progression would lead us to?
That is when a thought popped into my head.
There is no point to improvement, if everyone was to better themselves, better their environment around them and continue this process of constant improvement for an infinite amount of years, we would never reach any ultimate goal.
I do not mean this in a pessimistic way, but it seems to me that you, others and the entire universe can never stop improving. There is no point at which things cannot get any better, there is always room for improvement.
So upon this thought, I have concluded that the journey is the reward.
We cannot attain an absolute state of Utopia, where everything is perfect and nothing should be changed.
Instead the state that we should aim for is the state of improvement.
The state of improvement is the best that we can achieve.
If things are getting better, if things are improving and progressing forward ever closer to an undefined goal then we are at our goal.
It's sort of like climbing a never ending ladder, you don't climb to get to the top, because there is no top.
You just climb to reach the next rung, because that's the best anyone can do.
To sum it all up:
"Improvement is an intrinsic finality, where the means of attaining the goal is the goal itself."
Bit of a ramble, probably dragged on for too long and said the same sentence 340 different ways, but it felt good just to get some writing and some thought out. I might look back on this sometime soon, and just see it as a very silly piece of thought, but it's a thought that passed through my mind today.
And I guess that's what this blog is about; passing thoughts and glancing reflections
Well, my time is short, so I won't elaborate anymore nor care to proofread it.
To whoever may have read this, I thank you for your time.
And I hope you will begin your journey of improvement as I shall sometime soon.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
I woke up too early.
I arise early and open the blinds to gaze out the window.
The bleak grey sky is like a steel blanket, pulled tight over civilisation by some unfriendly giant.
It blocks out the beautiful sun.
This steel blanket consumes the light and takes it away from the land of men and dogs.
However, behind the steel blanket the sun still shines, and no matter what blocks it from our view,
whether it be dark clouds, closed windows or the hours when our side of the earth decides to turn its back to it, the sun will never stop shining.
The bleak grey sky is like a steel blanket, pulled tight over civilisation by some unfriendly giant.
It blocks out the beautiful sun.
This steel blanket consumes the light and takes it away from the land of men and dogs.
However, behind the steel blanket the sun still shines, and no matter what blocks it from our view,
whether it be dark clouds, closed windows or the hours when our side of the earth decides to turn its back to it, the sun will never stop shining.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
15 September, The Metaphor of the Eagle
The eagle lays perched atop the dome of the cathedral.
Perched atop the bridge between the heavens and the Earth.
He rules a no man's land of solitude and solace, the king of an empty land.
But his reign may come to a crumpling end, the winds of arrogance will only take a creature so far.
This eagle yearns to fly above the clouds, but fails to muster up the strength to flap its wings.
The eagle will fly today, he will beat his wings and rise,
Let him find direction before he crashes in ruins, let him find direction so can perch himself atop the clouds.
Perched atop the bridge between the heavens and the Earth.
He rules a no man's land of solitude and solace, the king of an empty land.
But his reign may come to a crumpling end, the winds of arrogance will only take a creature so far.
This eagle yearns to fly above the clouds, but fails to muster up the strength to flap its wings.
The eagle will fly today, he will beat his wings and rise,
Let him find direction before he crashes in ruins, let him find direction so can perch himself atop the clouds.
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