I wish I was born in a jungle somewhere in a rain forest in South America, to parents in an unknown tribe of loincloth wearing tarzans who know nothing of people and machines outside their territorial radius.
Is that true? Some days, yes. Other days, no. The point is, I envy blissful ignorance. I give my baby kid a small candy and she is overjoyed, like there is no more awesome thing in the world. Then I give my older kid a bigger candy, maybe a whole snickers bar, and the baby suddenly finds the little candy insufficient. She drops it, and begs for the candy bar. She would have been happy for the rest of her life with small candies if she never knew that snickers bars existed. But I waved something better in her face, and ruined that. I sent her into a downward spiral of always seeking out newer and better things. Never being happy with what she has, always wanting more. And that is the train that we are all on in this society, myself included.
I could have been perfectly happy with no air conditioning, had I never felt it.
I could have been perfectly happy dying at my appointed time and place, with no modern medicine to unnaturally prolong my journey, had I never known of its existence.
I could have been perfectly happy fathering a dozen or more children, had I never heard of birth control.
And there are people in this world that ARE perfectly happy living what you would consider dismal conditions, because they know nothing else. Left alone, they would continue being just that happy. But you insist on going and waving snickers bars in their faces. Why?
I've already had the snickers bar in my face, followed by the bowl of ice cream, and the chocolate cake and everything there is. I'll never be happy without it. I'll never be content to stop learning about the expansive and wonderful world outside my territorial radius. Slowing down and taking time to "live a little" feels like wasted time. I cannot feel comfortable spending time in leisure. Here I am on a forum typing a long diatribe on a serious topic in order to give myself the satisfactory illusion of "time well spent." Time, such a precious commodity in our society.
Sure would be nice to wear a loincloth and not give a damn about time. Or circuits.
Oh well, here I am.
Is that true? Some days, yes. Other days, no. The point is, I envy blissful ignorance. I give my baby kid a small candy and she is overjoyed, like there is no more awesome thing in the world. Then I give my older kid a bigger candy, maybe a whole snickers bar, and the baby suddenly finds the little candy insufficient. She drops it, and begs for the candy bar. She would have been happy for the rest of her life with small candies if she never knew that snickers bars existed. But I waved something better in her face, and ruined that. I sent her into a downward spiral of always seeking out newer and better things. Never being happy with what she has, always wanting more. And that is the train that we are all on in this society, myself included.
I could have been perfectly happy with no air conditioning, had I never felt it.
I could have been perfectly happy dying at my appointed time and place, with no modern medicine to unnaturally prolong my journey, had I never known of its existence.
I could have been perfectly happy fathering a dozen or more children, had I never heard of birth control.
And there are people in this world that ARE perfectly happy living what you would consider dismal conditions, because they know nothing else. Left alone, they would continue being just that happy. But you insist on going and waving snickers bars in their faces. Why?
I've already had the snickers bar in my face, followed by the bowl of ice cream, and the chocolate cake and everything there is. I'll never be happy without it. I'll never be content to stop learning about the expansive and wonderful world outside my territorial radius. Slowing down and taking time to "live a little" feels like wasted time. I cannot feel comfortable spending time in leisure. Here I am on a forum typing a long diatribe on a serious topic in order to give myself the satisfactory illusion of "time well spent." Time, such a precious commodity in our society.
Sure would be nice to wear a loincloth and not give a damn about time. Or circuits.
Oh well, here I am.