Power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up.*

I've been mulling over the concept of power for the past few days.

A simple decision became decidedly more complex. And it's all about power. Power that's been handed to me on a plate.

People may think that power makes you happy, but I am refusing to lower myself to pick it up.

Now, my question is: If not power, what will make me happy. Apparently, the answer was not "a Chipotle Vegetarian Fajita Burrito."

*Feodor Dostoyevsky (1821–1881), Russian novelist. Raskolnikov, in Crime and Punishment, pt. 5, ch. 4 (published 1866), trans. by David McDuff (1991).

Comments

  1. GayProf12:43 PM

    It is a bit cryptic. Still -- It seems like you are happiest when you are surrounded by your friends and a man with whom you can share your life. Perhaps that is all you need.

    Or maybe you just want more shoes. How would I know?

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  2. em nadim1:06 PM

    Yes, very cryptic. Let's see:

    - Is power making you unhappy or just had a neutral effect on your happiness?

    - Are you looking for sources of happiness or answer to the impact of power on happiness?

    - Is it really about power and happiness or on what decision you should make with the power that was handed to you on a plate?

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  3. vuboq1:20 PM

    gayprof: I DO WANT MORE SHOES! How did you get to be so clever?

    bala wala shi: yes.

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  4. CT2:01 PM

    VUBOQ is too cryptic!

    There are different kinds of power. Assuming you are talking about the crappy kind--no, ultimately that doesn't make anyone happy, because it requires so much effort to maintain that power.

    As for happy--people are so hung up on what will make them happy, but I don't really know what htat means.

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  5. goblinbox6:12 PM

    power = ego. it's not real. it's stupid. don't play that shit.

    burrito should have helped. quandary.

    *smooch*

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