Why is it
that conventional
wisdom
tells us all
that it is
the small moments,
good and bad,
that make up
a life,
but it is
the rare moments
of uniquely extreme
negative
and positive
emotions,
whether real
or imagined,
that monopolize
the vast majority
of our thoughts?
Who is it
that learns
to trust
conventional wisdom,
who believes
that he
is not so unique
as to have discovered
some great meaning
in life
that was unknown
to his ancestors,
and who therefore
reaps the benefits
of a knowledge
typically reserved
for sages
nearing the end
of long lives?
How does one
learn
to trust,
to take others
at their word
of what makes
a good life,
foregoing
the reinvention
of the wheel
of true meaning,
a masterpiece
that all
seem to
similarly construct,
regardless of
time or place?
