Life when you boil it down to the component parts really has no point beyond the biologic imperative to continue the species. Life is survival and reproduction. This is how it is for every other species on the planet, they exist without a point. They don’t need one. We, humans, the cosmic accident are the only species that tries to find a point in all this.
In my last post I mentioned that I was thinking about starting a podcast. I am still on the fence with that, I really like the idea but it is also a fair bit of work to add to my already overloaded plate. I just get stuck on ideas sometimes and even though they may not be the most realistic I do tend to see them through.
I wrote and narrated this short story as part of a collaboration on my narrative YouTube channel. It was a fun experience and I hope you get a chance to listen. I might start doing more of these kind of things and distributing them in podcast form but I am not sure, it is a lot of work and I don’t think there is a lot of demand for it. Either way here is the audio and the story, feel free to read or listen.
Enter into a contract with yourself, one where you promise yourself that you will be free. Enter into a contract and escape. Tied down as we are there must be a way to escape these binds. Or maybe there is not. I don’t know, I have been stuck creatively lately.
How do you define success? For some it is a corner office with a view. For some it is a big happy family. For some it is fame or riches or recognition or joy. Whatever success is for you I am sure you have at least a vague definition of it in your head. At the very least a vague goal, like getting a new job or promotion or house or whatever. What I wonder though is how many people have a definition of failure.