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Hm, ambition. When I was younger I wanted to be an adventurer (like the Action Man with the beard) - someone who explored unlooked-for paths and discovered unguessable secrets. Needless to say, things haven't quite turned out how my young eyes had envisaged. So far I've attained not much more than no-mark status, but, you know, *grumbles a thousand curses*.... things may change.
Anyway, the other day I got to thinking about high ambition, about what my true and most wished for ambitions are.... Now being a fantastist of spasmodic proportions, I had to force myself at gunpoint to cross-out my initial designs.
No, I can't traverse from John O'Groats to Land's End by tight-rope walking on the wires of electric pillons. x
No, I can't single-handedly cross the Pacific Ocean by striding like the Man from Atlantis upon the sea bed. x
No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
So having narrowed it down to something that is possible in the real world (whatever that is), I eventually arrived at the conclusion that my highest ambition lies in the realm of creativity: I want to scribble something that means something. Easier said than done I know. I haven't got the faintest inkling what it will be about - whether it'll be fiction or non-fiction - but that's my highest ambition.
And so to the inevitable question: What's your highest ambition? Tell me if you want to. If not, make something up. Either way, I promise to ponder all responses with my wistful gaze and pretend that I'm interested.
(I'm off out to buy some cigs, and hopefully I'll get the chance to play puckish guessing-games with a trembling longbeard in the shop's narrow entrance.....)
Anyway, the other day I got to thinking about high ambition, about what my true and most wished for ambitions are.... Now being a fantastist of spasmodic proportions, I had to force myself at gunpoint to cross-out my initial designs.
No, I can't traverse from John O'Groats to Land's End by tight-rope walking on the wires of electric pillons. x
No, I can't single-handedly cross the Pacific Ocean by striding like the Man from Atlantis upon the sea bed. x
No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
So having narrowed it down to something that is possible in the real world (whatever that is), I eventually arrived at the conclusion that my highest ambition lies in the realm of creativity: I want to scribble something that means something. Easier said than done I know. I haven't got the faintest inkling what it will be about - whether it'll be fiction or non-fiction - but that's my highest ambition.
And so to the inevitable question: What's your highest ambition? Tell me if you want to. If not, make something up. Either way, I promise to ponder all responses with my wistful gaze and pretend that I'm interested.
(I'm off out to buy some cigs, and hopefully I'll get the chance to play puckish guessing-games with a trembling longbeard in the shop's narrow entrance.....)
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You missed the bit about swimming openly with 300 hammerheads then?
Insane Bartender wrote:
but until you put yourself into the jaws of
> death, you've never known fear.
--
In a massive shark-cage.
Swim about instead of sitting in a sea-prison, that's facing "jaws of death"
but until you put yourself into the jaws of
> death, you've never known fear.
--
In a massive shark-cage.
Swim about instead of sitting in a sea-prison, that's facing "jaws of death"
To live off my music.
To swim in clear blue waters and watch a school of hammerhead sharks pass overhead. one hundred, two hundred, three hundred perfectly evolved, highly intelligent killing machines within touching distance, taking no notice of me at all.
To jump into an underwater cage, and watch a great white shark test the cage's mettle with several tons per square centimetre of bitepower.
Incidentally, I'm taking a Scuba course in a few weeks time, and will be hopefully holidaying in Sharm El Sheikh early next summer to fulfil part one of the outline above.
Why visit faraway lands with the wind sailing through your hair when you can so quickly drop into another world, where you are an insignificant, unprotected nothing. Fodder for any number of creatures, faster, stronger and more lethal than anything in your nightmares. Underwater, you drop right to the bottom of the food chain.
Some people get a trip by jumping from a great height with a rope around their ankles, but until you put yourself into the jaws of death, you've never known fear.
To jump into an underwater cage, and watch a great white shark test the cage's mettle with several tons per square centimetre of bitepower.
Incidentally, I'm taking a Scuba course in a few weeks time, and will be hopefully holidaying in Sharm El Sheikh early next summer to fulfil part one of the outline above.
Why visit faraway lands with the wind sailing through your hair when you can so quickly drop into another world, where you are an insignificant, unprotected nothing. Fodder for any number of creatures, faster, stronger and more lethal than anything in your nightmares. Underwater, you drop right to the bottom of the food chain.
Some people get a trip by jumping from a great height with a rope around their ankles, but until you put yourself into the jaws of death, you've never known fear.
Nomad Soul wrote:
> No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it
> with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
What's wrong with this one - sounds obtainable, sounds like a good idea actually :)
Mine's boring:
1. Win enough money so that I can pay the house outright and not have a morgage.
2. Invent a way to keep my feet cool in the following week which doesn't entail having them stuck in a bowl of ice water or being followed around by a little fan. Actually little feet fans may not be a bad idea.
> No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it
> with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
What's wrong with this one - sounds obtainable, sounds like a good idea actually :)
Mine's boring:
1. Win enough money so that I can pay the house outright and not have a morgage.
2. Invent a way to keep my feet cool in the following week which doesn't entail having them stuck in a bowl of ice water or being followed around by a little fan. Actually little feet fans may not be a bad idea.
To headline Glastonbury and look out to see rows of tents and singing people with campfires burning and topless ladies showing me their goods.
When I was younger my highest ambition consisted of sailing to unpronouncable places and discovering new lands (much like yourself). I always had a romantic vision of the sea and I - vaster than any land mass and full of impenetrable secrets that are waiting to be unearthed.
These days? My sole ambition is not to get stuck in a rut of the daily grind. However, in reality, I'm not succeeding in any way or form.
These days? My sole ambition is not to get stuck in a rut of the daily grind. However, in reality, I'm not succeeding in any way or form.
Hm, ambition. When I was younger I wanted to be an adventurer (like the Action Man with the beard) - someone who explored unlooked-for paths and discovered unguessable secrets. Needless to say, things haven't quite turned out how my young eyes had envisaged. So far I've attained not much more than no-mark status, but, you know, *grumbles a thousand curses*.... things may change.
Anyway, the other day I got to thinking about high ambition, about what my true and most wished for ambitions are.... Now being a fantastist of spasmodic proportions, I had to force myself at gunpoint to cross-out my initial designs.
No, I can't traverse from John O'Groats to Land's End by tight-rope walking on the wires of electric pillons. x
No, I can't single-handedly cross the Pacific Ocean by striding like the Man from Atlantis upon the sea bed. x
No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
So having narrowed it down to something that is possible in the real world (whatever that is), I eventually arrived at the conclusion that my highest ambition lies in the realm of creativity: I want to scribble something that means something. Easier said than done I know. I haven't got the faintest inkling what it will be about - whether it'll be fiction or non-fiction - but that's my highest ambition.
And so to the inevitable question: What's your highest ambition? Tell me if you want to. If not, make something up. Either way, I promise to ponder all responses with my wistful gaze and pretend that I'm interested.
(I'm off out to buy some cigs, and hopefully I'll get the chance to play puckish guessing-games with a trembling longbeard in the shop's narrow entrance.....)
Anyway, the other day I got to thinking about high ambition, about what my true and most wished for ambitions are.... Now being a fantastist of spasmodic proportions, I had to force myself at gunpoint to cross-out my initial designs.
No, I can't traverse from John O'Groats to Land's End by tight-rope walking on the wires of electric pillons. x
No, I can't single-handedly cross the Pacific Ocean by striding like the Man from Atlantis upon the sea bed. x
No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
So having narrowed it down to something that is possible in the real world (whatever that is), I eventually arrived at the conclusion that my highest ambition lies in the realm of creativity: I want to scribble something that means something. Easier said than done I know. I haven't got the faintest inkling what it will be about - whether it'll be fiction or non-fiction - but that's my highest ambition.
And so to the inevitable question: What's your highest ambition? Tell me if you want to. If not, make something up. Either way, I promise to ponder all responses with my wistful gaze and pretend that I'm interested.
(I'm off out to buy some cigs, and hopefully I'll get the chance to play puckish guessing-games with a trembling longbeard in the shop's narrow entrance.....)
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