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Fuzzy Goals — A Hardy Boys Mystery
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Reach for the stars — even if you don’t succeed, you’ll get the moon. But what exactly will you do with the moon? If the moon landings aren’t fake (and my mates at the Flat Earth Society are convinced they are), then it’s made out of green cheese.
I like cheese, but I’m not sure I’d be able to do much with it. Never mind the transport costs.
This is why I don’t like goals so much. The minute I create an unrealistic goal, I focus on the challenges instead of achieving it.
Like having a superyacht. If I ever became a billionaire, would I need to get one?
Here’s the thing: I don’t like yachts. I don’t like water sports. I like having a holiday near the sea, swimming on a pleasant beach, and then having an ice cream. For whatever reason, the smell of suntan lotion makes me crave ice cream. The two go together. Probably a remnant of holidays I had as a kid near Scottburgh, in the caravan park. Good times.
You could see the moon at night in the caravan park. If you walked on the beach, you could see the moon reflect off the ocean. We also used to chase the crabs. You pick them up by the shell so they don’t nip you with their pincers. After a while, you put them down, and they toddle off to achieve whatever their crab goals…
