What gives us more pleasure: the pursuit of of our desires or the attainment of them?

From Tony Robbins’s ‘The Monk who sold his Fer­rari’: “How would you drop an egg thruogh a height of four feet, with a floor of con­crete below, and still not have it cracked?”

Triv­ially, we all begin by think­ing how to cir­cum­vent the hard­ness of the con­crete, or the weak­ness of the egg. We do not keep con­scious of how much more essen­tial the jour­ney is, as com­pared to the end.

We would live our lives want­ing to pro­cure one or another thing, but, say, if Ein­stein had deduced the Uni­fied Field The­ory, or Beethoven had com­pleted the “Unfin­ished” Sym­phony, either they would have found another objec­tive to accom­plish, or died as impov­er­ished peo­ple; impov­er­ished of a desire, of a tar­get to achieve!

If any of us got every­thing we desired for –even if we unthought­fully asked for immor­tal­ity — we are sure to real­ize how point­less life would be beyond that point of time — when we achieved every­thing we dreamed of. We would be left with no rea­son to live; no motive to work towards.

Just as they say, thieves steal so that the police has some­one to chase!

One might real­ize that an egg could be made to fall through four feet unharmed, sim­ply by drop­ping it from a height of five feet, and catch­ing it mid-air.

Also, as Ayn Rand won­dered in ‘The Foun­tain­head’ — “His head thrown back, he felt the pull of his throat mus­cles and he won­dered whether the pecu­liar solem­nity of look­ing at the sky comes, not from what one con­tem­plates, but from that uplift of one’s head.”

P.S: This essay and the pre­vi­ous one were prac­tice essays for my SAT. In which, I even­tu­ally did ter­ri­bly — even in the essay, which I thought wasn’t that bad. :(