Tis not too late to seek a newer world

There is a story about a Greek king, who after fighting a war returns home a hero. Though he is happy to be reunited with his wife and son, he feels discontent with the prosaic pace life donates him after the excitement of war and travel. He contemplates life and death. Considers abandoning his kingdom for the open road, so to speak. What would possess a king to give up everything he owned in hand of a life of total uncertainty? What is so appealing about the unseen that dupes the wisest of men to take the risk and plunge into the depths of which mediocrity is uncommon?

Come now my friends,

Tis not too late to seek a newer world,

For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset,

And though we are not that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Alfred Lord Tennyson. Ulysses.

Maybe it’s a crime to force someone to try something new. Some people do enjoy life at it’s dullest; as long as you can count on the paycheck. But maybe it’s a bigger sin to never know that it’s okay to colour outside the lines.

The irony with the game of life is that it sucks the life out of you if you play by the rules. Some will win. Some will lose. It’s better to lose with purpose than to win wishing you could roll the dice one more time.

Sometimes it pays to bet everything you have on a hand of nothing, ‘coz chances are the rest of the players are putting on poker faces too.

Thinking of: Don’t stop believing by Journey and Dead Poets Society

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