I think caring about something, someone – anything – could actually be one of the most horrible things you can do for yourself. It might be the biggest sham in the narrative of every culture throughout time and history. Everything is far worse when you care.
Once you care, what’s possible begins to creep in, reality taking the back seat. And once you know the difference between possibility and reality, what’s left is the metallic taste of dissatisfaction and discord; discontent, the norm, where contented becomes a distant memory.
And that can be fantastic motivation.
Because that’s where the future begins.