I’ve been thinking for the past few hours on the word insanity and how the ever brilliant Albert Einstein defied it. I couldn’t sleep so I got up and powered on the laptop to write my thoughts down.
“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
Is being ‘insane’ a bad thing? Insane as defined by A.E. not the medical community. Is it bad to try something over and over again? Is it bad to not give up on something? Or someone?
Which takes me to one of my favorite people, Winston Churchill.
“Never, never, never give up.”
When does it become too much? When does ‘insanity’ start to hurt you? Does it depend on the thing one might stop trying or the person one might give up on? Does it depend on if it is a ‘thing’ or a ‘person’? Is it alright to give up on ‘things’ but not on ‘people’? Or does it depend on ‘what’ the ‘thing’ or ‘person’ is?
Do you push through pain because that’s when you know it really counts or do you stop when it causes you pain because that’s the cut off?
Does being ‘insane’ mean you’re stupid or does it mean you love and really care about that thing or person you’re not giving up on?
You never know do you? You never really know what the correct choice is.
It’s life. You never really know anything for sure. You can only ask yourself what is truly important: love, faith, family, and friends and you don’t give up on those things. Those things are the only things that are going to mean anything to you in one year, in five years, or in 10 years.
At the end of your life those are the things you’re going to regret not going ‘insane’ for.