abandoning notions of selflessness for a moment...
type B: one in a million winning-the-lottery kind. best selling author, an extremely wealthy philanthropist, and well, winning the lottery.
type C: possibly achievable if i devote an incredible amount of time and sacrifice. completing a screenplay, writing a book, finishing an ironman race, travelling all over west china and south america, some kind of extended humanitarian adventure in a distressed region.
type D: doable but needs very strict discipline. sub-18 trailwalker, sub-4 marathon, become decent at teaching yoga. blogging every day might fall into this category as well.
we can't be "everything" we want to be, we're pretty lucky if we somehow manage to do even one of the things we wanted to.
and it seems to me now that such aspirations are kind of a selfish luxury?
