The following is paraphrased and copied a bit from Plark's blog:
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Great writers will frequently speak of their surprise at the way a book turned out. These people often sit down at the typewriter with only a bare outline. They start telling the tale and allow it to unfold naturally. Only if things get very muddled do they make a deliberate effort to force the plot in a certain direction.
As much as possible, perhaps we should let what seems to want to happen, happen. Why struggle to shape our story when it shapes itself?
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Somehow, this seems a very fitting notion in my mind tonight. Perhaps it is part of why I am feeling more down than the feathers on a duck's breast? Perhaps life should be simply lived for what it is. Perhaps striving for goals and making things better is unrealistic and unwarrented? Perhaps I shall simply try to live life as it is.... and nourish my body, mind, and soul with ample food, drink, and pipe tobacco? It is tempting...... it sounds very appealing..... but should a man stop striving? I am not sure.
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