Y'know, I've been thinking: Why do good people often have something tragic about them? A well-known movie actor has an addiction, Stephen Hawking has his degenerative disorder, that guy over there had something bad happen in his life and I forgot the rest of my example. Couldn't there be some Mr. Smith out there in the middle of Seattle, with a relatively peaceful life and an okay job in the office? With a loving family and a circle of friends like no one ever was? And he animates well-done stick figure battles in his spare time?
Y'know, I've been thinking: Why do good people often have something tragic about them? A well-known movie actor has an addiction, Stephen Hawking has his degenerative disorder, that guy over there had something bad happen in his life and I forgot the rest of my example. Couldn't there be some Mr. Smith out there in the middle of Seattle, with a relatively peaceful life and an okay job in the office? With a loving family and a circle of friends like no one ever was? And he animates well-done stick figure battles in his spare time?
There's a lot of bad things and not a lot of good people, and nature doesn't really care about whether or not it hurts somebody. The "why" doesn't go much farther than "probability".
There's a lot of bad things and not a lot of good people, and nature doesn't really care about whether or not it hurts somebody. The "why" doesn't go much farther than "probability".
^this
i am in constant pain every day and i have not once bothered to ask "why". that's just the luck of the draw hey? no reason to let it get me down.
Well, I guess there's that. It's just that I tend to notice it like a pattern whenever somebody makes a name for themselves and there's apparently some kind of 'trade-off' to their achievements.
Well, I guess there's that. It's just that I tend to notice it like a pattern whenever somebody makes a name for themselves and there's apparently some kind of 'trade-off' to their achievements.
that's because you don't hear about the people who are happy and haven't bothered to make a name for themselves
They are in the middle, nice money, slightly happy.
Wrong. They're deluded in to thinking that working hard for someone with a better job than them for the rest of their lives will eventually earn them enough money to stop working entirely and live happily. They work for a tomorrow that doesn't come until they're too old to do anything with it. They live their entire lives miserable and exhausted. Instead of spending their free time considering how meaningless their life is now, they numb themselves with alcohol, and television that keeps reminding them how good it is to own things, and how happy they must be that they can live like this. Then, when they're old and rich enough to retire, they realize that they've already missed their entire life, and are now incapable of doing any of the things that they really wanted to. They die unsatisfied and depressed.