Reticence

Till we grow weary...

At the time of our crescendo, the air around us
is filled with charges of euphoria, but chagrin
seems to set in after a while. The nadir seems
so close to the zenith in most cases, leading to
tragic falls in morale of the spent mountaineer
who ends up feeling mutineered shortly after
his ascension to the summit.

I'm not talking about dysphoria resulting from
lack of achievement, I'm referring to that as a
result of lack of fulfillment. We reach the top of
the academic, economic or professional ladder,
and alongside the short-termed feeling of
achievement, we also feel like we say hello and
wave goodbye to a happy life instantaneously.

What I'm trying to picture might seem bizarre or
even profane, but you and I know it does
happen. There's a thin, blurred line demarcating
fulfillment and success. You can be a success
without being fulfilled, but what's more
important? Fancy an igloo in the desert, or
nicely engineered ships plying city roads.
Square pegs in round holes, right? That depicts
life without fulfillment.
As an afterthought, I have the delight of my
reserve. I find the finesse of life embedded in a
reserved lifestyle. I'm sure you're wondering
what my conclusion has to do with the premise
I raised. Everything. In a taciturn state, the
mind has an enormous capacity to think and
make clear decisions, so my opinion doesn't
mean I loathe the top. Why should I? It only
means I want to make calculated decisions
when I get there. To stay at the top, one needs
a cool head that won't give in to the top's
extremities.

Ara 'deinde