I feel as though I see the world as it is, not as I want it to be. Although I retain a certain degree of resilient idealism, always is it colored with, if not subsumed by, an almost fatal cynicsm that is nonetheless the natural and probable side-effect of real life. Reason is a virtue, for me, and even more so on account of its relative scarcity.
What does this really mean though? Do I actually manage to keep a level head? Am I really governed by reason? Or do I simply choose to recast an unwillingness to commit myself enthusiastically to X (whatever it is at the moment) into a virtue?
In the end, it's probably a little of both. But then again, that's the way I bet it is for everyone.
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Note: I can't take credit for the title on this one. It is, in fact, a quote from the F. Scott Fitzgerald novel The Great Gatsby.
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