I Am the Dreamer

Time for a good ol’ fashioned Tassenberg fuelled rant.

The times they are a changin’, a wise man once said. This is an undeniable fact of life, both ancient and contemporary, ubiquitous. It’s how you deal with change that is important though, and dealing with change has to start somewhere. My suggestion is, to start dealing with change by not giving too much of a fuck.

Christians call it serenity. I hate to admit that some of the shit they come up with applies to, well, things that actually exist, but I like this concept. Lord, give me the power to change what I can, and the serenity to accept what I cannot. Or as I like to put it, do what you can to make a difference, but only when it's not too much effort. 

Based on a system of utility, any attempts at acting benevolently or altruistically should only be endeavoured if the potential good that they could do outweigh the personal effort involved. The rest of the time should be spent getting the fuck on with it and making as little problems for others while experiencing the most amount of sensual pleasure possible for yourself. At the end of the day money is worth more than caring, and caring is worth less than shit, except for care given where care is due. Everyone grows out of their teenage angst-need-to-fit-in sometime or later, paths divulge, relationships grow weary and reunions are less sweet than they used to be. Such is life, the end of one era brings about the dawning of the next. 

Let's make this next one one hell of a party.