I am not an intellectual. I am not even a dilettante. I supposed I could hold my own at a cocktail party. But, if you've been reading this blog, you know that I have these mind wanderings. I've thought a bit about aesthetics, perfection and the pursuit of happiness.
So, my question is, who decided "excellent" was, well, excellent? And does being "excellent" blind you to the "good?"
I contend that pursuing the best you can be, is the best you can do. I contend that expecting others to live up to your definition of excellence is being a noisy gong. I contend that always wanting excellent can be a way of keeping yourself from accepting something good. And lovely. And joyful.
These things, I have concluded for myself.
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