“Reason is the slave of passion” ~Dostoevsky
I heard this quote from someone a few weeks ago and it has stuck with me since. A simple passage that seems to sum up how and why the world keeps moving. Finding something we feel has enough substance to give our time and effort. What to give energy to, how much or if it’s even worthwhile. Questioning everything. Always having an admiration for those with undeterred focus, but at the same time wondering if only because of blind faith. To listen to one’s own intuition, a necessity to go blindly. Realizing life is our own and everyone makes it up as they go. The ones who appear to have it figured out the most, simply subscribing to something that happened to work for them. Finding a truth or principle to live by a good guide but only the glass that holds the liquid that is our fluid lives. Reason is the slave of passion, somehow giving grace to purpose.