the joy of it

I'm busy doing things, making plans, gathering energy, moving forward... when someone points out a flaw, a tiny crack.

I'm not good at analyzing details while I am moving mountains. I'm also not good at the opposite: when someone brings up the mountain while I am analyzing details.

The disruption is the same; and I immediately think, "Why can't everyone think like I do?"

And then the answer comes...

For the fun of it. For the joy of it. For the expansion of it. For the growth of it. For the difference in it. For the desire producing value in it.