Looking at my previous post and my current post title, I seem to have the inclination to sound philosophical and to preach about life. Certainly not so, I always like to share what is presently in my heart (if I'm in the mood and have time to spare) by writing it out loud. Certainly not to be Aristotle-ish or Benjamin-Franklin-ised, even though I do relish some private moments of reading about philosophy.
Trap. I find it a trap. Booby trap.
Like a mouse being lured by the smell and taste of a piece of cheese on a booby trap. Maybe even a certain Tom waiting nearby!
For me, not knowing the sacrifice that we will make in the course of pursuing something is tantamount to letting oneself to fall into a booby trap slowly. And when the end is achieved, mixed feelings of accomplishment and emptiness may be felt if the foresight of the things that we sacrifice along the way is not realised beforehand.
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