Compulsions guide us, a few of them. A few emotional and a few that are physical. We then live with them, prosper there, realize the addiction, and yet continue to live the frustration of mere existence. Or we make a break. No break is really easy – what do we look for when making a break from something? Does something called a ‘clean break’ exist in this world?
What is that one thing closest to your heart that you will sacrifice for that one thing that is closest to your heart?
Doesn’t make sense?
Rosshalde, by Herman Hesse, translated by Ralph Manheim. I have the 1970 version (the cover that you see) of course, it has changed. Twenty-odd years ago my father bought it for Rs. 8.00. It was 40p in the UK then. That is today’s Rs. 32.00. Don’t expect to buy any book for Rs. 32.00 now.
That’s the essence of numbers; they strive to be bigger, and when they can’t fit in, they form ways to fit in themselves – K for a thousand and M for a million. We just get comfortable with these shortcuts, in life however, there aren’t any shortcuts.