Unhappiness begins when one realizes that one is a weirdo, a misfit. Given that the human is a tribal animal, this distress is an understandable survival instinct.
A rough contentment begins when one realizes that one no longer cares that one is a weirdo.
Gratitude sets in when one realizes that one lives in a society that allows weirdos to survive.
I love Western civilization.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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