At times, we find ourselves asking the same old questions over and over again. How did I get here? Why am I so/not happy? Why are other people so hard to relate to? What do I have to look forward to in the future?
Are the questions or the answers more depressing?
I find the lack of answers more depressing than having to ask the questions.
And it is true that the questions have no answers. The reason for that is that there is no comparable standard between different peoples lives. I haven't seen much of the world--ask around--but what I have seen has drawn me to one inescapable conclusion, no matter how cliche it seems.
There are no rules.
No rules. No logic. And with no rules and no logic there is no way to duplicate the success of others. Life is a random collection of events and people. It's all about being in the right place, at the right time, with the right people. That's what makes lazy people successful, stupid people rich, turns shy people into Don Juans, and throws depressed people into groups of support.
Or not.
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