A dark horse of adulthood is precision. It will steal your dreams, expose them to perfection, discourage you from achieving them. You dream of being an architect, a writer, a cartographer, a dancer, a meteorologist. Precision turns them all into sciences to be dissected and analyzed exhaustively until any creative freedom you had expires. You begin to resent the choices you made, assuming the path wasn't how you thought it would be. The career you envisioned was a child's vision of pleasurable drawings or freestyle movements that made you feel complete, like you were attaining your ultimate purpose.
My advice is to pick a career that isn't your dream. Your dream should be your hobby, not the precision-based career you've dedicated your life to society with. Precision careers belong in networks that help societies function; truly creative ones belong in your heart. It's because we are a precision society, not an artistic one. To keep the system going, we must all be precision warriors that keep our souls locked in consumerist prisons. Precision clouds our aesthetic appreciation for creative works, including the entire natural world. That is how science became godless.
My advice is to pick a career that isn't your dream. Your dream should be your hobby, not the precision-based career you've dedicated your life to society with. Precision careers belong in networks that help societies function; truly creative ones belong in your heart. It's because we are a precision society, not an artistic one. To keep the system going, we must all be precision warriors that keep our souls locked in consumerist prisons. Precision clouds our aesthetic appreciation for creative works, including the entire natural world. That is how science became godless.
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