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Coffee? Or tea?

Coffee? Or tea?
All good things start with coffee, I think.
Do you play ball? Or study physics? Eat cake? Or treadmill? Miniskirt? Or purity ring? Settle down with kids? Stay single? Do drugs? Stay sober? Create art? Shoot guns? Fit in? Stand out? Stay safe? Take risks? Sin and burn? Or join church for the hope of eternal joy? Get rich doing something boring? Be poor doing something fun?
๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐จ๐?
Our choices are not random.
Nor are they logical.
Our choices are predetermined by our desires.
๐ช๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐น๐. (If you think one option is โmore logicalโ that says more about your desires than about whats logical.)
But these desires are ephemeral extensions of our ultimate desire: ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ .
We desire and choose because we want to be happy.
Our tastes may change from chocolate to vanilla. Our minds may eventually learn that healthy eating yields more happiness than a box of donuts; that some desires lead to less happiness.
But underneath this fluidity one thing remains unchanged:
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฏ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐.
๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.
Such is our fate, and such is our nature. And very often it leads us to franticly look to tomorrow.
To the next horizon. The next Amazon package. The next large event. The next vacation. The next project. The next rush. The next dose.
But tomorrow never comes. It always stays tomorrrow. And our desires remain fixated on the future, for no one desires what they already have.
So what is left then? Are we to abandon all hope? Are we to toil in a perpetual โchasing after the windโ? Pursuing something that only speeds up the closer we get?
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ.
๐ฆ๐๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
๐ฆ๐๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
The only way to catch the wind, is to cease your frantic pursuit. Stand still. Extend your arms as though they are sails, and embrace the gentle breeze.
Enjoy today for what it is. And when tomorrowโs packages, events, or vacations come along. Do the same.
You will never find happiness if you are too busy out looking for it.
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ถ๐, ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฝ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
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