Have You Ever Wondered What You're Capable of?

"It would seem a fair conclusion that a lot of our revelations would free up a great deal of extra time, were we to act upon them. No more hours wasted in rubbishy conversations with people we don’t wish to spend time with, decisions made in a split second rather than days, weeks, and more likely, years trying to decide. Hours of brain power freed up every single day of the rest of our lives, by talking honestly to ourselves and not pissing around the houses on every topic of thought, like a dog on his rounds. Add to this, our new-found energy at the joy of being us and suddenly the picture looks less appetizing than the life we have now."

"LESS APPETIZING! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU COMPLETE MORON!"

"Here it comes"

"What the fuck is this about now? We spend years trying to free up time and then take hours to read all the stuff in this book, looking for answers, which you say yourself are in these very pages and now you tell everyone that having freed up loads of time and energy, that we don’t want it!!!! You sir, are getting on my tits; no worse, you're fucking with my head! HEAD FUCKER!"

"Bless you for your honesty"

"Fuck off!"

" Let me put it another way. Does early retirement look good? Didn’t we try it and think we would die from trying to fill the interminable hours we had, with nothing to do".

"Yes, but if we'd done the things we'd really wanted to, it wouldn’t have been like that".

"Precisely, if"

"Are you saying that we haven’t ever really done what we wanted to do, but always some watered down version and therefore all the effort it would take to get to this point before the random age the wise old sages in Parliament decree is appropriate for us to reach official ‘ old duffer’ age, and thus have large amounts of time on our gnarled hands, is not looking like an attractive proposition?"

"Yes, in a few less words"

"And would you add to that, that as our lives seem rather dull at present, any more time available for being bored shitless, is not really something we would sell our grandmother for?"

"Well, I’d sell her now."

"Me too, but not in exchange for more tedium, monotony and disappointment at another day gone without excitement".

"Precisely, my point way back at the statement '...suddenly the picture looks less appetizing than the life we have now..."

"Point taken and assimilated. So this is just another part of being fucked in the head then, the fact that we don’t actually spend our time doing the things we really want to do. Not things that are ‘ok’, and ‘not too bad’, and ‘at least...blah, blah, blah...’, or ‘alright’, not those things but the things that make us soil ourselves with excitement at the idea of doing them. Add to this, our new-found energy at the joy of being us and suddenly the picture looks less appetizing than the life we have now." Those things?".

"Those things, yes".

"My fucked up head is really struggling to picture that".

"We’ll get there".

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