Where do I want to be in 5 years? Geodesic incompleteness might lead an uninitiated individual to ponder the intrinsic validity of this question. Speculation aside, one might question if a true answer would offset any already-dictated and directed path. However, when we stir in modern philosophical theorems and generally excepted notions that space-time is an arrow, pointing in whatever direction our psyche produces it, we are able to more soundly justify the existence of the question and our abilities to answer it. Whether or not a true and just answer to the question offsets and detriments the possibilities of its forthcoming can only be ascertained in practice, not conjecture.
Nonetheless, I’m willing to push forward and risk any personal quantum consequences attempting to answer this query with forthrightness and insight might catalyze. So, again I start. Where do I want to be in five years? I’m prepared to outline my projection in two discrete aspects. The first being the absolute evolution of my personal id and the point at which it can be defined in this earthly time period. The second, slightly more tangible reactant, is the impact I foresee imposing on others during and up until this timeframe negates itself.
Firstly, in regards to the state of my id. I see it in good standing. Perhaps more physically dissolved and diluted by everyday simulacrum, but nonetheless strong and less-awkward. Overall, I assume and anticipate fully, more action coupled with more questions. Questioning being key to any evolution, assuming it is to continue beyond the window given.. Otherwise, I’d hope to see a dramatic drop in angst and metaphor. Any psychic malnutrition will be met with the protein of reason.
On the second front, we look at my outward impacts-where they will lead and resolve to. I expect and will make adjustments to ensure that I have followers. Not just fans, but in fact, mobilized groups of individuals who believe in what I say and emulate my actions. The impact, of course, will be more far-reaching than direct connection. I expect to dissolve any transparent guides pushing apart logic from action. I also hope to have coined the term laction to refer to this natural evolution. A new divide will form naturally between the “lactive” and the “inlactive.” Those pursuing laction and the illactionites that only further their own domains. This kind of friendly imbalance will lead to a natural balance and pasteurization of overwhelming principles.
In conclusion. Five years, not such a long time from now.
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Portia read Wallaces thoughts about five years hence while munching on some macrobiotic vegan sushi.
She wasn't sure how one could still refer to it as sushi as sushi's prime ingredient is generally some type of raw or cooked sea life. The only sea life in her so-called sushi was the thin black band of toasted seasweed- Nori- that attempted to hold the concoction of texturized vegetable protein, brown rice and thinly cut carrot sticks together.
Upon finishing her reading of his thoughts on the subject, she turned to rummage through one of her desk drawers seeking an eating implement and hoping, if she found one, it was really clean.
Sometimes she just wiped them off and put them back in the drawer, promising herself to wash them later, and then forgetting. She wanted a fork or spoon to scoop up the bits of mock-sushi that fell loose into the plastic container which had recently transported the mock-sushiness from New York to Jacksonville via a refrigerated semi.
She coaxed some rice onto her spoon and considered Wallace's thoughts further. Five years. Like five fingers on one hand.
She recalled her first feedback with her boss. That was the question she'd been faced with then... where did she want to be five years from now. As she took another bite of macro-mock-veganess, she realized it had been two years since she'd answered that question. Now, the five year distant future was only three years away.
Fold down your pinky finger and grab it with your thumb like a Boyscout Pledge; just three fingers left.
She could be anywhere in three years theorhetically. Where would life find her? Would she float along aimlessly or would she fight inertia and push herself forward, taking an action, causing equal and opposite re-actions.
Maybe she would go to art school. Maybe she'd just skip that and she and Wallace would become renegade artists and philosophers, lower than low-brow... more enigmatic than no-brow... sillier than a unibrow. Maybe she would write a screenplay for real even if never became a movie. Maybe she'd write a movie and remain as unfamous as she was right now, because screenwriters do not get famous. That's just a fact. A fact she liked. Fame wasn't in her three year distant five year plan.
It never had been. But what could she forsee?
She certainly wouldn't have forseen eating macrobiotic vegan sushi from New York two years ago. How could she project out three?
But the value of the exercise is not in the knowing, it's in the pondering and in the "putting it out there" so that one might attract abundace and gather it into one's self.
It would be easier to project what one where one would not be in five years. For example, giving birth, going to med school, jumping from airplanes, bungee jumping from a bridge in South America, base-climbing in the mountains...
She scraped the last bits of rice from the container then tossed it in the trash. She did not recycle it. Not very macrobiotic of her, to be sure. And now her mouth tasted more fishy than if she'd actually eaten raw fish.
Something needed to be done about that. And at that moment, she made a commitment to her imminent three year-ahead five year future from two years ago; a commitment she felt she could count upon keeping. The thought sort of pleased her, though she wasn't sure why.
She would be forgoing the macrobiotic vegan sushi in June 2011.
Yes. Of that, she could be certain.
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