Something

 Not everything has to be everything.  Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly.  Good enough is good enough.  

Everyone wants a 4.0, an A-plus.  But B-plus is fine and so, honestly is a C.  Average is better than below average, so why not be satisfied with the satisfactory?

The constant push to upgrade is exhausting.  Continuous improvement just means you never get to relax.  It’s okay to settle for what you liked last time; if it was adequate then, it’s adequate now.  Progress is also not going backwards.

Sure, there’s always a better table, a tastier dish, a superior route.  But so what?  If you’ve got a place to sit, a bite to eat, and some way to get home, isn’t that plenty?

All comparisons are odious is how I remember Chekhov’s quote, and if it wasn’t the Russian playwright who said it, or if that isn’t quite what he said (or both), I’m not going to lose sleep over it—and I certainly wouldn’t wear a watch that told me if I were, simply in the name of optimizing the potentially optimal.

At some point, you’ve just got to accept the acceptable, without continuing to long for something better.  You’ll never be satisfied with what you don’t have, until you’re satisfied with what you do.  Ye olde wanting what you have vs. having what you want.  Or something like that.

The secret to living a life of no regrets is to regret nothing and the only way to do that is to realize that you couldn’t really have done anything different than what you did.  Giving up on free will is a small price to pay for a life well-lived; if you couldn’t have lived any differently—(and guess what? You couldn’t!—then it’s all good (and bad, and indifferent, as well).

Nothing is perfect; in fact, ONLY nothing IS perfect; as soon as there’s anything, it’s inevitably flawed; this, too, was better before being written.

Contrarian

 I don’t like to do what I don’t like to do.  My final answer is the last word on the subject.  I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: “It.”  See what I did there with your own two eyes?

Tomorrow’s another day, but so is today, not to mention yesterday.  Too late!  Meanwhile, everything that happens happens, while nothing that doesn’t does.

I’m far too young to be this old even though I’m not a day older than my age.  When I’m dead I will have died, although as long as I’m living, I haven’t yet passed away.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step so why does it take three times going back into the house to get another thing I forgot?

If a tree falls in the forest and it doesn’t make a sound, it’s obviously because everyone had their earbuds in listening to podcasts.

Speaking of podcasts, please don’t; I’d rather be subjected to a narrative account of your dreams.

Setting the bar low is a good way of setting a low bar.  Exceeding expectations is a sure strategy for the unexpected.  And if you make an exception for everyone, then it isn’t an exception, get it?

Today is the first day of the rest of your life, which makes yesterday the last day of rest, as well.  

In the back of my mind, I think I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy, although what’s top of mind right now is beneath comprehension.

No one says what’s left unspoken, but everyone uses their mouth to speak their mind, making each point in a round-about way.

Circular reasoning makes me dizzy, so I beg the question in a question-begging way.

You can’t tell me what I refuse to hear, nor will I ever see what’s unobserved.

I didn’t start this just to finish, it but now that I’m at the end, it’s over.