ThatDamnedPanda
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ORIGINAL: Arpig Has anybody else here found themselves in a similarly "dreamless" place...not that they have all been achieved, they were just all either abandoned or fucked up somewehre along the way? Yes. I live there now myself, most of the time. You know that scene in "Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid" where the heroes are auditioning for the job guarding the payroll? And Strother Martin asks Robert Redford to show him how well he can shoot? Redford starts to put his gun back into his holster so he can draw, and Martin stops him, saying, "No, no, I don't care how fast you are. I just want to see if you can shoot." So Redford points the gun at the rock, and squeezes off a couple of rounds. Which both miss by about a yard or two. Strother Martin throws up his hands and says, "Well, you can't shoot at all." Redford says, "Can I move? I'm better when I move." And then he whips the Colt out of his holster, faster than the eye can see, and kicks the rock up one end of the street and down the other. Because he's only at his best when it's hard. When it's easy, he's out of his element. And nothing works. That's me. Sort of. I mean, I'm not as goodlooking, or as good a shot, but I identify with that. Because I need things to be difficult, at least somewhat. I'm at my best when I really want something, when i really need something that I either can't have or is extremely difficult to get. It's then that I dream. I need a lack of something, a huge, gaping absence of something, and perhaps most importantly an acute and painful awareness that I don't have it, in order to feel alive. That's when I dream, and that's something I have a very hard time finding these last couple of years, because I've become so totally self-sufficient and self-contained. As I've attained a state of profound satisfaction with my life and the immediate world in which I'm living it, I've lost my imagination for what could be, and with that the fuel for my dreams. I almost need to be unhappy (at least on some level) in order to be alive. It's not that I've abandoned my dreams; it's more that they don't come around anymore because I don't need them. It's a very strange feeling, and I'm not sure that I fully understand it yet. I just know that I need to find ways to bring difficulty and adversity back into my life, to give me a challenge to rise to.
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Panda, panda, burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Made you all black and white and roly-poly like that?
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