Whether or not you “prefer” it rarely matters. In the grand scheme, there simply is, or there is not — your preferences be damned.
Certainly on occasion we are so fortunate as to have the luxury of “preference.” Especially in a privileged life, we may find ourselves afforded with more choices than mandates.
I would “prefer” a frosty beer on this, a sweltering 90-some degree September evening.
I would also “prefer” not to cast aside my higher purpose for the sake of instant gratification, temporary refreshment, and fleeting sensation.
I would “prefer” to make the most of the final stretch of summer heat and capitalize on a jog outdoors.
I would also “prefer” not to make my body physically ill by pushing it beyond the boundaries of safe exertion.
We can see that often our most immediate preferences are also at odds with their inevitable repercussions. #DualityOfMan.
Exist for acceptance, and accept for existence.
I would prefer not to prefer at all.
“Not a big Melville crowd here, huh? Ah yeah, he’s not an easy read.”