Recently I learned:
The secret to having everything is knowing you already do.
It's a bittersweet pill to swallow. On the one hand, it's fucking great to know that we already DO have everything we need, and (reasonably) want. On the other hand, if we already DO have everything, what is there to work towards and dream about?
We already have infinitely more than almost everyone in the history of mankind. Our basic needs (at least in most westernized areas of the world) are met. All of the greatest luxuries (a soft bed, ice, sugar, salt, for instance) meant for only kings, queens and other royalty throughout the centuries are now easily available even to lowly plebians / riff-raff such as myself.
Introspection may very well be the death of me. I think about all this crap much more than I care to admit.
Have a sweet Saturday.
xo
