“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn’t hear the music”
Nietzsche
In The Alchemist, no one else could hear the music of Santiago’s personal legend when he was pursing it, too.
Maybe, the pursuit of one’s wildest dreams and destination is meant to be a lonely one.
Maybe, when—and only when—one can overcome all obstacles, including their own solitude and desire for approval and belonging, can one fully become.
The best decisions are often lonely ones. Many times, the only solace one has with conformity is that they have a plentiful supply of people to suffer with them. Still, maybe it’s for the best. Like lactose, not everyone can handle solitude.
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Haha funny you should mention lactose. It has definitely become something that I can no longer handle :p
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At one point in my life I thought the same but discovered years later my intolerance was due to antibiotics I was taking which impaired my gut health.
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Thank you, that’s just what I needed as inspiration today! So many people can’t hear my music and don’t understand my dance.
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That’s their loss 😉
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Beautifully written narrative.
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Thank you for your kind words!
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Yes. But there, we do find our equals, I think.
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I’d like to think we eventually do, too!
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Well, we found each other, didn’t we? There are more of us around here somewhere!
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