Optimization

Life is something of an unbounded optimization problem. There's no real global optimum, but it's a complex, ultra-highly dimensional, wacky space that we explore. And since there's really nowhere we have to go, we might as well just go nowhere. But we also might as well go anywhere, since staying put has proven to be quite boring.

Given the stated, I've also noticed a high concentration of people at local optima. People tend to settle once they find a sufficiently satisfying subspace, and then stay there, reaping the fruits of their nice personal niche. Whatever that might be.

I declare my intention to not stagnate in local optima. I've found a few. Most optima I find, actually, seem to host many who invite newcomers to stay in their spot. It's a nice communal culture of invitation and aggregation, but it tends to slow down the explorer's course. Like Calypso ensnared Ulysses in her island of pleasure and illusion for 10 years, so some hearty travellers also find themselves, after a momentous desire to "taste of all the fruits of all the trees this world has to offer", as idyllically stated by Mr. Wilde, conformant to their surroundings, less certain of their motivations, sluggish in their actions, and disheartened of themselves.

The compromises one makes for the sake of belonging to a successful optimum may seem small, and are perhaps necessary to truly experience the "true-and-tried" optima of the common world. But if joy cannot be found in what one habitually does and says, indeed, one's drive will fade, and after enough of saying what one doesn't mean and doing what one doesn't will, our dutiful mind might just adapt to artificially believe them. For all who consider Truth an optional luxury, this risk is terribly dangerous, and it sadly strikes widespread. But if one consciously decides to not delude oneself, then one has the possibility, and under fair ethical systems the duty, to free oneself from the comfortable cage, and to keep exploring the Lifespace, this possibility space, for whatever we decide to search for. Because only pushing into the unknown can an explorer keep his motivation fueled, his mind bright and curious, his will alight, and his heart joyful.

Life

my world is mine.not by possession, but by nature.by the simple sense of being.I saw a pair of autumn trees beside a suburban hill on the hill, next to my bus route. it struck me that the trees were beautiful, and that I was at the time, absorbing it's beauty through my perception of it.
I realized that those trees, as perceived by me, were mine to enjoy and in whose virtues I was free to relish.only I saw those trees as I did, and no one else could.
I then saw the other houses passing me by, and I saw them move, blur before my eyes along with the electrical wires around them, and the grass, and the concrete sidewalks, and the paved street, and the imperfections and grime on the window through which I saw the landscape. I an all of that.it is part of me, part of my life, integrated., irreplaceable,and I saw myself in the truth of my existence,as all around me, in all the angles that it enters me, in all the modes that I can perceive it., conceive it. I am all that I come in contact with,just because my life is mine and no other's.not that I won't let it beanyone else's., but it is simply an integral partof me, as energy is of light or as 5 is of the number set. it is a wonderful feeling to realize one's existence not as an isolated optimization and survival problem to solve, but as simple existence, seemingly shared with other beings similar to oneself, also equipped with perception, conception, and entire lifetimes of sequential worlds, the ones they perceived, the ones they conceived, each containing multitudes of complex emotions, only a small fraction of which they can actually describe, or understand, or maybe even remember. But it is all them - they are the result in the current iteration of a continuous loop of exploration and action that we, for the lack of a more descriptive term, called Life.