Did we leave off on a dark note? I seem to fluctuate so much, or maybe it was just a long time in subwayrider years. I feel like, and other types mark this is true for INJs, I'm always changing -- I'm reminded of the necromancer from the Hobbit, which in that context was, if I remember right, an at-will shape-shifter. I sometimes feel as if I have no identity or determinacy because I'm so open to things...I understand that most things are far, far more complex than might they seem. And so, I don't feel like I'd be arriving at any very meaningful conclusions if ever I tried.
My ENTP friend just lectured me the other day -- she gets in Ne-Fe loops -- about how much of life is compromise. The prized ideal is incomparably sweet, is it not? Yet, life in all its predatory realities is constantly shutting this vision down...I read a text that said young INJs feel like their Ni is this so delicately burning flame at the tip of a candlestick, and the violent winds of tempest the voices of the world; it's such a struggle to keep it kindled when all others tell you no, when life itself knocks your vision down and stomps on it, when you yourself begin to see things in that light...and give it up.
But, yes, they're hoops even those near the top of the social pyramid must jump through at some point -- necessary for the faraway goal. They key is to not lose sight of that one, I think. That way, no matter how far set back one may become, the dream will be the ghost that, in its refusal to pass into the next life, will continue to haunt your footsteps in such a way as never to be forgotten.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Thus, what seems idealistic gibberish is actually the utmost practical advice! Did doctors and actors and astronauts and engineers and therapists and professional athletes not dream to become what they did?