There was a time when I would look upon those whose lives have been
destroyed by addiction with heartfelt pity. I always wondered why
they didn't just pull themselves together, clean up, get a job, and
work their way back up from the bottom. After all, a couple of
years of hard work, and you can achieve whatever you set your mind
Lately, I've been a bit envious of the lifestyles of the hooked and
downtrodden. Perhaps there is something to be said for a person who
knows exactly what makes them happy, and is content with exerting
only the amount of energy it takes to obtain it.
For now I'll continue my journey of working non-stop to provide for
the future version of myself. I'll presumably retire in relative
comfort, but not without wondering on occasion if I'd have been
happier dying sooner and simpler.
It's amazing how we've evolved.