When I met Jennifer Aniston, I didn’t suppose it was going to be different than it was. That’s as simple as I can put it.
I didn’t expect it to be different.
I expected her to be quite nervous (possibly even more nervous than I am as I write this, though that seems pretty hard to believe.) I expected her to need to relax as best she could and that was one reason I tried to point her toward my parents first, I thought she could easily learn much about me for days or even a week and that would be easier for her.
It was plain reasoning, really. I desired her terribly. People have the feeling frequently I think, perhaps unfortunately in the sense that many don’t seem to measure out their passions in a way so as to acknowledge that they are limited in some sense.
And I bet when I say that I’ll have some people thinking, “but you? You always conducted yourself with boundless passion. How can you have thought that way.
It is the only way to get to that end point; you must think it first. As carefully as you can and at first.
You must think of your passions as limited not as limitless.
Why?
Because if you start, as a fool, not knowing that you have much more limited capacities at the beginning of a race than you could have toward the latter stages…
