sick of waiting...

It is said that good things come to those who wait. That's a big load of bull if I ever heard one. Fact is, those who don't give everything to attain something usually don't get anything for their hard work. Unless of course, you have insane luck that affords you the power to avoid the perversity of the universe. Unfortunately, lady luck is a traitorous mistress and she seems intent on helping those who don't deserve her blessings.

So, if the only way to reach your goal is to exert a mad amount of effort or end up using every form of underhanded tactic know to man, is it safe to assume then that the universe, in it's perversity, was designed to work against man? Of course there's no point in asking this question to those "lucky" enough to win the genetic lottery. Those born under the most favorable signs having parents who shit money and go to beaches on fucking yachts.

Then again, these rich kiddies are cursed with never being happy with what they have. So thanks to human greed, the greatest equalizer if all, we're all left wanting more. Take for instance a child dying of hunger in Africa wants food and has no way to get it. This equates to unhappiness. Sure it stems from one of humanity's most basic needs being divested from him. Yet, a rich man's daughter whining because she didn't get the right car for her eighteenth birthday is equally happy if not more so. Why is this you ask? Well the hungry kid from Africa is resigned to the fact that he never had a proper chance of getting food anyways and would probably die thinking that he got the short end of the stick from the very beginning. On the other hand, our little whining bitch is cursed with the knowledge that her father always had the right amount of money. It's just that he wasn't "cool" enough to notice which car she really wanted. Far worse, if they are really that well off, she has the ultimate displeasure of knowing that at anytime, her dad could just go ahead and buy her a new car, the car she really wanted.

See the complexity of human happiness?

So here we are, spending most of our lives toiling for success. When we finally find out that we have struck gold, we then realize just how little time we have to reap the fruits of our labor. This is why I have concluded that life is meant to be horrible, depressing and dark. It's as such so that during that single, minute moment that we experience joy, we're actually equipped to enjoy it. This is when ignorance is indeed bliss or when a simple mind reaps more benefits than an over-thinking brain. Let's go back to my example. Let's say a redneck who flew out to Africa to shoot animals sights the African kid in the throes of hunger. He looks down at the Big Mac he was stuffing his face full of and decides to (unbelievably enough) hand it over to the kid. Death is averted and the kid is happy. The kid now has a choice to make. Will he be happy with the food or will he want more? I'll bet that the kids just decides to be happy and hope that someone else comes along and gives him food again before he dies of hunger. On the other hand, our teenage drama queen would probably react different. Let's say daddy caves in after a week of her whining (of course she's his PRINCESS after all) and go buys her the car she wanted. Of course she'll be happy upon seeing it but does anyone honestly think that will be the end of it? Oh hell no! That bitch will continue to suck her father's bank account dry just like how her social-climbing mother taught her.

I don't know. I'm trying to find a philosophical exit to my otherwise worldly problems. I'm just sick and tired of waiting for my time to come.