Genies of choice

Imagine you encountered a genie.
This genie tells you he will grant you just one wish.
He tells you he will give you the one thing you want most.

There's just one single condition: if you tell him something that it isn't what you want most, he will disappear and you'll never see him again.

This comes with some thoughtful problems:

You have to actually know yourself. For real.
It is easy to tell what you want.
It is difficult, though, to tell what you ultimately want.
What's the filter? How to tell the hierarchy in which you catalogue your desires?
There are desires that are deeper than others, but, which one is the one?
This entails a degree of knowledge of the self of great magnitude, not easy to achieve.

And, what if you told the genie something you didn't actually want that hard? Then, the genie would disappear, leaving no trace.
Would you live through your days knowing you lost the thing you craved the most?
Maybe you prefered not to actually have to take that decision.

You would probably take your time to think about your true desires, your own deepest aspirations, so you wouldn't rush into a bad guessing, and therefore losing this once in a lifetime opportunity.
A thoughtful mind would probably want to take years to make that call.

Going deeper... Would you want that thing that much if you knew you could achieve it by telling it to a genie who would make it happen effortlessly?
If so, then, telling the genie what you wanted would make you want it less. Thus, the wish wouldn't came true.
Therefore, has the genie ever granted a single wish? Maybe they all have been underestimated, then declined.

CHOICES. That part of the deal of growing up that may be a double-edged sword.

The truth is that you don't have to deal with a genie to encounter such complications concerning the consequences of your choices.
This is life: decisions that give rise to consequences.

And, too often, among this consequences one can foretell the loss of something.

LOSS. Loss is fearsome.

What a terrible feeling can be the feeling of knowing you may lose something valuable if you make a bad decision. There may be great factors at stake.
Yes; loss is fearsome and terrible. It can be the sadest thing on Earth.
Yet loss is inexorable.
Sometimes win and success can only come when attached to some kind of loss.
But, in what degree one win can balance in account for a loss? Who are we to decide what's better?
The answer to that question is 'everything'. We are everything that takes to decide. No one else, but ourselves, can decide for us.

Loss is what gives choice its tricky, yet solemn significance.
Would we appreciate in full the concept of light, in its meaningful little nuances, if darkness didn't exist?

In our choices, there is always the possibility of darkness.
But that does not mean the best path to follow is not to choose; we must contemplate the darkness within the consequences of our decisions.
This gaze of the wicked possibility of taking the wrong choice must not dampen our decisions, but make them meaningful.

We have to be able to see the light that scatters loss' darkness.
We have to be able to choose, and choose accordingly of what we want.
Just as if a genie offered us this huge world of possibilites; full of darkness; yes. But full of light, and life as well.
We have to be able to know ourselves, and know better than anyone what do we pursue.

Through knowledge, darkness scatters, and light fades in.
Through knowledge, comes rightness.

Ctrl+Z

Se suele decir que la vida real es mucho mejor que la que tenemos detrás de las pantallas.
Normalmente no rechazaría esta opinión, pero a veces encuentro que al mundo tangible le faltan algunos añadidos que son demasiado útiles como para dejar escapar.

¿Dónde está mi Ctrl+F para buscar algo que sé que he visto pero no sé dónde, de entre las 900 páginas de un libro que sé que he leído?
¿Dónde está mi Ctrl+C - Ctrl+V para repetir tareas monótonas?
¿Dónde está mi Save as... en los momentos en los que debería acordarme de algo importante?
¿Dónde está mi Screen Capture cuando quiero guardar en mi memoria tu cara frente a la mía?
¿Dónde está mi Ctrl+Z cuando he cometido un error?
¿Y mis backups, cuando quiero volver a tal y como era mi vida antes?

No sé, cierto es que no podemos tocar la piel de nuestra persona más querida ni ver la profundidad abisal de los ojos de las personas...
Pero, ciertamente, la vida necesita unos upgrades.
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