What if you only had one year of pleasure with someone who you loved deeply? One year with your favorite person. One year to sit beside them, hear their voice, listen to their stories, but one year only. It ends. It wouldn’t be enough but I think it would be better than not ever knowing them. You’d grieve. You’d cry. Would all the joy you shared be worth the pain of it ending?
What about a passion you enjoy? If you could pursue it but never complete it, would it still hold the same fire? Would it be alright to have one hit only? One song, one novel, one win or one great speech? These are the weird thoughts I think of while quiet and alone, which is probably too often. One of the reasons why it’s not good to drive a long distance by myself. I once had a dental procedure and the nitrous oxide made me think some deep thoughts, but unfortunately I don’t remember them. The meaning of life and the secret knowledge of we are all one.
For most of us we never have this choice. For most we never know the outcome when we start, whether a relationship will end suddenly or if it will die in monotonous, day-to-day living. Maybe the questions are wrong. Maybe I should be asking, if you got bored after a year would you still be fired up about the new project?
Is life without steak and porn worth living? –Freakonomics