I realized that I couldn't just leave the last post as is. I don't take back anything, but alone it isn't an all-encompassing truth or a manifestation of my personal philosophy on life.
And as shallow as I pretend to not be and then pretend again to be online, John Cage (The Biscuit) is not the only thing that inspires me, even if I wish he were real and my friend.
The truth is that finding something to emotionally motivate you is difficult unless it's anger. Anger is immediate and aggressive and active. Compassion/sympathy aren't normally. But it doesn't make anger the better motivator; in fact, it's just a fleeting, intensified feeling that produces under hope of destruction. And I can't enjoy any accomplishment when my feelings are emulsified in bitterness and revenge.
I should just go ahead and submit this two-post epiphany to The Count de Monte Cristo's cliffnotes.
