Maybe I’m just a hateful person, but fuck you.
Envy the life of the poor and strong, appreciate the gift of health and wealth.
The dichotomy of choice creates a strong split in desire. To feel proud and strong is something great, yet it lends itself to a life of depravity.
To have material wealth and appreciate it gives a sense of satisfaction but can never generate the same pride found in poverty.
To be born with wealth and appreciate generates the same lack of pride.
To be born poor and achieve wealth makes a good story, but then what pride can a person truly own in their mentality without adhering to the Spartan reserve of material restraint?
How can we reconcile this great gap of feeling proud and being successful? I think it is dependent on the lifestyle one chooses to live. Constantly making an effort to change oneself to either hit a high or a low is the key to closing this gap and achieving happiness. To fully embrace the lifestyle you assume in one direction up the social latter in a beneficial or destructive manner would be sufficient to create happiness. Conversely, yet strangely similar, to fully embrace the lifestyle that travels down the socio-economic pyramid in a beneficial or destructive manner would also intertwine pride and a feeling of completion.
I know it to be true that not everyone can be rich, so then is it a fact that for the majority of a population to be happy they have to embrace poverty with a definitive goal for absolute wealth or absolute destitution? Whether or not they are able to do so is not important, but rather only their opinion on their efforts will determine their happiness.
I don’t think one can classify true happiness and fullness in a person’s life only by being materially wealthy, healthy and proud. Making the best of your situation is the way to reach your goals, for better or worse, and fulfill every persons’ innate need for their purpose to live.
What you know about it!?
Give me your hand and we’ll save each other
I would understand!
Hope for a beginning, because an end means it’s finished.
Kansas City Shuffle: They look right, and you go left.
As long as it takes. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mouZAVKbRCo&feature=related
Thank you!
This is how many fucks I give.
Fear escapes me.
It’s a far-off concept that shimmers in the light of despair.
Despair is the light when patience is the darkness.
The only solace you have comes from knowing an emotion meant to discourage.
But you are unwavering in your position.
The despair is a mask for hope.
Two diametrically opposed ideas that work to keep balance, and a person sane.
Yet they are only ideas.
So you return the mind numbing prospect of a life of despair, or a temporary streak of hope.
For hope ends on realization of the goal.
The dilemma we face is to bear the burden of no emotion for life after we realize our goals, or to relish in despair and take pride in our suffering.
Where there is hope, there is despair. Where there is despair, hope is not always present.
The only logical way to live is to never be satisfied, or else we will always be devoid of emotion. Desire keeps the world turning.
Fucking appreciate it. It’s hilarious.
New Website - Seed of Construction
Built a new website for everything important. I think I’ll try and make this one massively read. To be determined.
