I've always thought compared to most people, I'm a very lucky man. Throughout all my 28 years with a pulse I've always had three meals a day and a roof over my head at night. My aptitude was considered sufficient enough for a B.S in Chemical Engineering, despite multiple failed courses.
I've never had to slave away in a sweatshop, sell my body to a brothel, or flee from armed adversaries. Yet, not only am I cowering that time would take all my fortune from me, but I'm pondering to get rid of it all myself.
Maybe it's just learned helplessness kicking in, but I could never figure out the possibility or reality of a net positive sum gain of either individual or universal well-being, made more difficult by my lack of discernment and demarcation of metalogics and perception.
Every day comes some kind of craving falling under the heuristics of Maslow's Hierarchy. What was once just a simple desire to stop my belly from rumbling turns into a need for more efficient gathering, preservation, preparation, and nutrition, even at the expense of other living creatures. My conceived definition of stable housing changes constantly, and the friendships are as transactional and as fleeting as any therapy session.
In other words, the curse of life is the curse of want. It grows, shrinks, modulates and reshapes. But, as long as there's a pulse, it'll always remain. Any pleasure that does comes from satisfaction, I do not know how to get it to outweigh the hunger I feel that came before it. All I'm left with is getting rid of these two binding curses, and my hopes for disproving the uniqueness of such solution is low.
This is my first post here. Apologies if I've broken any rules around here.
I've never had to slave away in a sweatshop, sell my body to a brothel, or flee from armed adversaries. Yet, not only am I cowering that time would take all my fortune from me, but I'm pondering to get rid of it all myself.
Maybe it's just learned helplessness kicking in, but I could never figure out the possibility or reality of a net positive sum gain of either individual or universal well-being, made more difficult by my lack of discernment and demarcation of metalogics and perception.
Every day comes some kind of craving falling under the heuristics of Maslow's Hierarchy. What was once just a simple desire to stop my belly from rumbling turns into a need for more efficient gathering, preservation, preparation, and nutrition, even at the expense of other living creatures. My conceived definition of stable housing changes constantly, and the friendships are as transactional and as fleeting as any therapy session.
In other words, the curse of life is the curse of want. It grows, shrinks, modulates and reshapes. But, as long as there's a pulse, it'll always remain. Any pleasure that does comes from satisfaction, I do not know how to get it to outweigh the hunger I feel that came before it. All I'm left with is getting rid of these two binding curses, and my hopes for disproving the uniqueness of such solution is low.
This is my first post here. Apologies if I've broken any rules around here.
