Tuesday, September 07, 2004

the malcontent

Malcontent, at least mine, is caused by the knowledge, the certainty that there is something out there that is better than what I have. Better than what I will ever have. There's always a greener lawn out there, somewhere, and it will never allow me to enjoy mine. Of course, one may persuade/delude oneself into believing that it doesn't matter, that its all insignificant, but then when you know several dozen people who are superior to yourself in some way or the other.

Now, if I had never known anyone else in my entire life, had not the slightest idea that there were such words or concepts as better/faster/stronger, perhaps I would be less malcontent? Better. That word reeks of human spirit. Push harder, run faster, leave the other suckers behind to eat your dirt. Olympics, tests, medals, honors, exams, quizzes, ranks, all tools to make you want to do better, as if that will erase all your problems. A medal will pay for that car you've wanting to buy because it's better than your old car. You can do better, Misha.

Misha at Tuesday, September 07, 2004

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