What is there to win for you? If you
cannot win a gold medal at the Olympics, who has stopped you from enjoying the
game in your local park? Nobody! Only we ourselves deprive us of the moments
which could have fetched unqualified happiness to us.
We don’t enjoy because we look at the
end, the gold medal, and totally ignore the process--the present--of playing.
So what if you can’t be the handsomest
man and the prettiest woman on the earth! But who stops you from getting decked
up to be the best for your resources and looks? There is no scale of beauty, we
create one on the bases of our complexes. Nature made all of us different in
appearance. Nobody holds the copyright on beauty. It’s a freebie lying there
dirt cheap to be claimed by one and all.
Accepted that you can’t own a Jaguar.
But who stops you from enjoying the pleasant drive in your old car while nature
is at its kindest and the weather is applauding at its best?
Long
before destiny, society and governments arrive to rob us of our claims to
happiness, it’s we ourselves who shut the door ourselves. We are basically
self-fuckers, always pulling down our own pants to shame our own selves.
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