...and we don't mean to satisfy tonight...
Why is it that we are never satisfied?
Something is only good enough for the amount of time it takes for you to realize there's more out there. Not necessarily better, but more. And that's just not fair. There will always be something out there for you to try and get your hands on. And it's just as likely as not that it would be something that you shouldn't even be wanting, because you know better. And we're supposed to take our past experiences and learn from them, right? Yeah. Not to mention that it makes ten times more sense to be content with what you have; you should be grateful for the good things in your life, not trying to change them. Because when you do get what you want, you're happy. For a while. And then the discontent slowly starts to set in, and it's like you're going stir-crazy. You suddenly have to change something, because what you're doing right now is just restraining you, and if you could only get to that, that pretty shiny thing over there, then you would be happy, you just know it. If you could only just be given that one little thing, you'd never ask for anything else. Promise.
And so the cycle continues without ceasing. You think you'll be happy to get this one small joy in your life, but it turns out to not be so enjoyable as you thought. So it's try, try again. And then that too gets messed up. Strange how these things happen. But you think, "Well, you know what they say, lucky number three" and are on your merry way.
But it just isn't ever enough. And so why is it that we continue to delude ourselves, thinking that if it didn't work out the first eight times, it's going to be all worth it in the end. Which, of course, is going to come soon. But if all we do is continuously put ourselves through pain and suffering, trying to reach a higher plane or some other ridiculous shit, then why bother at all? Experience, learning from past mistakes, wisdom, yeah, I know. But if that's all life ever is...why not just give up? What if your life turns out to be just one big mistake; like a scab that you just pick at incessantly? It's never going to heal, and if it does, then it's merely another scar. Nothing momentous, just a reminder of things done wrong. Things not to do again. Things done again anyway.
But without want, where would be in life? To be satisfied is to be done living; to have nothing left to accomplish. That must be why we keep trying, dense though it may be. We want to be happy and in agreement with our lives, and we'll do our damnedest to get to that. But when we do get it, then we're just stagnant, because there's nothing for us to try and change anymore. Life without change is life without excitement; life without meaning. And life without meaning is no life at all.
Something is only good enough for the amount of time it takes for you to realize there's more out there. Not necessarily better, but more. And that's just not fair. There will always be something out there for you to try and get your hands on. And it's just as likely as not that it would be something that you shouldn't even be wanting, because you know better. And we're supposed to take our past experiences and learn from them, right? Yeah. Not to mention that it makes ten times more sense to be content with what you have; you should be grateful for the good things in your life, not trying to change them. Because when you do get what you want, you're happy. For a while. And then the discontent slowly starts to set in, and it's like you're going stir-crazy. You suddenly have to change something, because what you're doing right now is just restraining you, and if you could only get to that, that pretty shiny thing over there, then you would be happy, you just know it. If you could only just be given that one little thing, you'd never ask for anything else. Promise.
And so the cycle continues without ceasing. You think you'll be happy to get this one small joy in your life, but it turns out to not be so enjoyable as you thought. So it's try, try again. And then that too gets messed up. Strange how these things happen. But you think, "Well, you know what they say, lucky number three" and are on your merry way.
But it just isn't ever enough. And so why is it that we continue to delude ourselves, thinking that if it didn't work out the first eight times, it's going to be all worth it in the end. Which, of course, is going to come soon. But if all we do is continuously put ourselves through pain and suffering, trying to reach a higher plane or some other ridiculous shit, then why bother at all? Experience, learning from past mistakes, wisdom, yeah, I know. But if that's all life ever is...why not just give up? What if your life turns out to be just one big mistake; like a scab that you just pick at incessantly? It's never going to heal, and if it does, then it's merely another scar. Nothing momentous, just a reminder of things done wrong. Things not to do again. Things done again anyway.
But without want, where would be in life? To be satisfied is to be done living; to have nothing left to accomplish. That must be why we keep trying, dense though it may be. We want to be happy and in agreement with our lives, and we'll do our damnedest to get to that. But when we do get it, then we're just stagnant, because there's nothing for us to try and change anymore. Life without change is life without excitement; life without meaning. And life without meaning is no life at all.