Harlan Ellison had a story about success in Hollywood.
Imagine you’re told that there’s a perfect rosebush growing on top of a mountain. You’re told that the smell of the flowers is the greatest thing you can possibly imagine and you;d be a fool not to try and scale the mountain.
The mountain is shit. Dog shit, monkey shit, human shit, gorilla shit, and every other kind of shit. A few thousand tons of other garbage, but mostly shit.
You climb and climb and climb. Days turn into weeks, weeks become years.
You finally reach the rose bush. It’s as beautiful as they claimed. But you lost your sense of smell.
what is really sad is how much is in life that are just as beautiful and easier to attain but you see these people who will just obsess about that rosebush
Harlan Ellison had a story about success in Hollywood.
Imagine you’re told that there’s a perfect rosebush growing on top of a mountain. You’re told that the smell of the flowers is the greatest thing you can possibly imagine and you;d be a fool not to try and scale the mountain.
The mountain is shit. Dog shit, monkey shit, human shit, gorilla shit, and every other kind of shit. A few thousand tons of other garbage, but mostly shit.
You climb and climb and climb. Days turn into weeks, weeks become years.
You finally reach the rose bush. It’s as beautiful as they claimed. But you lost your sense of smell.
really good proverb. hits perfect.
what is really sad is how much is in life that are just as beautiful and easier to attain but you see these people who will just obsess about that rosebush