Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Brilliance

Life.
That's easy.
You just do it. You just live.
The only way you can fuck that up is by killing yourself,
or finding a way to get your self killed.
Life is our gift,
and we do with it what we may.
There are pitfalls and triumphs involved,
but in the end we all die.
Our legacy, our memory, lives on;
and we are forever immortalized.

Love.
That's more difficult.
Finding love is like trying to find your favorite beer.
It takes time, patience, and an unrelenting passion for the subject.
Those who do not care to find a mate, never find love.
Those, like myself, who have a fervor for the opposite sex,
enjoy the chase, relish in the pursuit of someone better than yourself.
But what you soon come to realize is that just maybe,
you make each other better than either of you could be
alone.

The Pursuit of Brilliance.

If life and love are not applied to achieve this last feat, then they ought not be implemented at all.

Every person that lives has the obligation to live, and all those that live
have the chance (if not the obligation) to fall in love.
So then, what else is left.
What's left is the pursuit of Brilliance.
To pursue:
to strive to gain; seek to attain or accomplish.
But seeking to attain brilliance is not something that is easily accomplished.
Many try, many fail.
Only few achieve brilliance and brilliance is often times a matter of personal opinion.
Those who do, know they have.

Mozart achieved brilliance at the age of five when he wrote his first symphony.
Joseph Rotblat achieved brilliance at the age of 87 when he won the Nobel Peace Prize.
Brilliance can be achieved while you are alive or dead, and is measured by your peers.

If you want to be brilliant, you have to work everyday for the one thing in which you wish to be brilliant.

Life, that's granted.
Love, that's meager.
Brilliance outlasts the centuries.