So the thing about becoming involved emotionally in something? It’s that it can only end badly. Work? You’re not going to be there forever — you’re either going to quit, be laid off or fired. The chances of you blissfully retiring are very slim. And what do you come out of it with? Probably nothing. Relationships? You’ll either break up or one of you will die. This, of course, is counteracted by the great experience of loving and having been loved, but still, end badly.
So the question becomes, when starting something new that you’ll have an emotional or intellectual investment in must always be: when this goes to hell, will I still come out ahead? My answer, generally, is ‘I think so’, which is why I tend to get out of bed in the morning. Some days, however, the reason to get out of bed is only that staying in bed all day is incredibly boring, and by the end of the day, you’ll be tired, sore, stiff and really cranky. So you might as well get up and do something.
Generally, I work on the ‘everything’s gonna be alright’ model, which is completely contradictory to all of the above. There are days, however, when I just can’t see this happening, and the above runs through my head.