"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take."
Yeah, but what if I'm a really bad shot?
Good for practice, I guess.
I think my blood type's A-, but I'm not positive
I'm sure many people are fans of the Elder Scrolls series. Even if one hasn't played any of their games, there's a good chance that individual as heard of the parent company, the development studio, or any of the titles in the series. I recently had the chance to encounter some of the depth of design and writing that does into a Bethesda (the development group responsible for the Elder Scrolls series) game.
There is a school of thought that says the end result of an effort doesn't matter. The effort in itself says more about the character of those involved than the finished product. "It's not about the destination, it's about the journey." Unfortunately, when dealing with situations in everyday life, the goal becomes much more important than how you get there. As a counterpoint, it is said, "The ends justify the means." As usual, I find myself agreeing and disagreeing with both.
I recently encountered a small story that indicated a big philosophy. Santa Claus gets a gift from a woman he likes (she's not Mrs. Claus, yet). It's a terrible, cliche, Christmas album. He hates it, but its from a woman he's romantically interested in. She insists its the perfect gift for him. After a moment's thought, he understands why.
I look at those that I know and they are almost all currently in relationships. Many of them are even married. I am happy for what they are able to have. Sometimes I feel like they've found something in life that I haven't. Other times, I am convinced that the goal I have for my own life is worth fighting for.
Okay, for those that have been reading I promise there's a reason for the slow updates. You see, when you get a job, you start to value vacation a lot. You don't really get three weeks to a couple of months off anymore. So, when you take a week's vacation to pack boxes and move a large section of a house, you only do that for special people. People that are very dear to you, like family. When you get back from said moving, start working, and then realize that you can't unpack because
A thoroughly uninteresting occurrence occurred today. A friend and I had tried to find an open coffee shop so I could brood in a corner while we were surrounded by hipsters. The intended result was that my muse would become amused... Apparently, the coffee shops in this area all close precisely between 9 and 10 at night. What kind of a coffee shop does that? No coffee shop, I argued. Due to my flagrant hypocrisy demonstrated by being a coffee shop hipster (a 'copster,' if you will), along