Someone told me long ago that to err is not only human, its the essence of being human. When you stop making mistakes, you've stopped taking risks. When you've stopped taking risks, you've stopped living. Not to say we should stumble from one black hole to another, but the advocacy appeals.
Now the point is how to get out of them. It sort of spirals into things, and once that spiral down begins you begin to loosen your grip on sanity. And then suddenly the obsessiveness that once made you eccentric is now your reason to live, its overtaken you with a force you never had even for the true ambitions of your life. Evil wins faster than good? Damn right it does. Its simpler isn't it. Just move along. Flow.
Obsessiveness, or passion is the river that flows between the land of insanity and eccentricity, between red hot drive to achieve and an ideal that you are better off letting go of. And it takes tears to keep that river from drying up, to stay on the right side.
