Quiescence

"This is my quest,
To follow that star.
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far."

- Impossible Dream, Don Quixote

I think I'm beginning to understand, though I'm still so confused. You don't do things for the outcome, right? Completion of all of one's hopes doesn't bring fulfillment, doesn't it? Glinda did say, "Happy is what happens when your dreams come true", though she was saying this as she held back tears and wore an encouraging facade for her adoring public.

If results aren't the purpose, what is?

Should I be thinking of terms of right and wrong rather than possible and unattainable? Is it better to try to do the right thing and never achieve it or fail time and time again, or to do something productive and see it through to completion?

I think I have found my star. You are making me my own Man of la Mancha. I follow and reach out for you; yet I'm never closer. Success may not be an option, though that may not be the purpose.

Life thus far has consisted of check lists; days, weeks, and even years have simply been intervals between one notch carved and next embedded above it. Is completion necessary? Is effort, no matter how ineffectual, more important? Does failure refer only to momentum and not our position? Is the approach more valuable than the eventual arrival, if arrival ever occurs?

Well, I am chasing you, my Impossible Dream. I may never catch up, I may never become near enough to even catch your attention, but you are out there and pursuing is... right.

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