This applies to writing, life, and everything else. Especially playing the banjolele, which I play so poorly that it may be responsible for the rash of birds falling dead from the sky. I think this is an old Buddhist thing, but I may have made it up and I forgot and now think it's an old Buddhist thing. So it might be a middle-aged Buddhist thing. Either way:
If you want to dig a gold mine, save the trouble and kill yourself now. On the other hand, if you want to dig a mile-deep hole, you're in luck! Because you might even find gold at the bottom.
Everything I do, I do because I love digging mile-deep holes. The minute I'm digging for gold, it's over.
2 weeks ago