Alexander the Great once said that ‘I would rather live a short life of glory than a long one of obscurity!’ What a great illusion is this! Wise man is he who always chooses to live longer and he who blesses the obscurity!
All my life I've been harassed by questions: Why is something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept the fundamental mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that comes with innocence.