No matter how grand my own stories are, my own adventures, I still find myself with a pang when I read about others.
There are people out there learning about humanity through food, or dance, or drinking on beaches. I have only so many years and I will never experience all these journeys. By prioritizing the grand and the epic, I give up the simple and the carefree.
Why do I have these pangs? Because I love the world. I never want to give up life. I want to do it all, and I know I cannot.
Some would criticize that. The entire religion of Buddhism has been created to attack that attachment, to unhook us from that pang of longing for the world. I have no interest in Buddhism.
The heroic life is in love with the world. This world is our catechism, this life is our goddess.
I love her.