Nah I don’t aim for much. In the violent river that is life, I grab on to some stray log, and hope not to fall off, and to not smash into rocks.
I mean, some people see treasure chests at the bottom of the river, or shopping carts, and they dive for them. But then, they find themselves overwhelmed by the weight of the treasure, and they drown. Some drown before they even learn how to swim. Others do it like it’s a breeze, and become stars as bad guys in about 703 low budget martial art movies.
Some people try to swim towards peaceful lagoons or calm lakes, hoping to score. Others, as you say, go against the current, try to go up a waterfall and be the king of the moon, as they bypass all the bears that are up there waiting for them. Many hope that some dude in a kayak is going to saaaaave them, while others believe that as they get caught in fishing hooks, the truth is out there.
But maybe you only find peace when you wash up on the shore and die? Even if you had power before that. And it’s kind of sad because ultimately, isn’t everyone just really trying to get to the shore?
I’m not saying for a second that one shouldn’t have ambitions or power though, not at all. Go them! Hell yeah.
And I’m not saying I’m all depressed and that everything sucks. This isn’t what this shitty metaphor here is saying.
Cuz I’m all riding on my log full speed ahead going, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!