Problem

I have a problem. I am interested in everything, passionate for a million things, and good enough at half a million. Why is this a problem? Because the vast majority of things in the world are useless from the vantage of society, and the few useful things float to the top like chips of pretty wood in water. I like the few but prefer the collection, and the most precious metals hide at the base.

The average Joe is propelled to fit social orthodoxy: get a job, marriage, children, debt. He would be too miserable, swimming in his boredom, without this bourgeois ideal. He is propelled to what society calls success because, quite simply, he doesn't know how to use his time. His is a state of perpetual becoming without footing, like a ghost who floats across the ground. He is not happy in all things, but abstracts happiness to hand-me-down social standards. He can't live in the moment, for to him the moment is purely a state of fortune, of what happens to him, and he has no training in perception to see every bit of the world as it is.

What if you're interested in everything? Then there is no longer that abstracted becoming. You can be happy, blessedly happy, by becoming absorbed in the duties of the instant. But objectively, from the perspective of everyone else caught in the disease of bourgeois living, you are a heretic or a lazy ass. You need to make money, because money is a form of power and security, which are in turn based in a serious desire to be accepted and find one's place in the good regards of the collection of others that form of a society. If you don't want to make money, you are in effect saying that you don't need the world, and what greater secular blasphemy is that?

The self sufficient individual is always a bit of a riddle, even if he claims God to be on his side.