Rainy Day Brain Puke
I’m reposting this, from 2009.
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Hmm… scarcity, defined as “problem which arises from people having unlimited wants while there are and always will be limited resources”, is a word that has been constantly resurfacing in my thoughts in the last couple years.
I’ve been in Asia for over six months now, and I can nearly sense the repetitive cycle that I always seem to go through… I live a few hundred meters from the beach, the sun is always out, and there are always good people around; things I CRAVED while I was living in Vancouver. Then why do I feel, once again… unsatisfied? Am I too greedy? Does my expectation or definition of “fulfillment” gradually increases while I attain my current “wants” in life?
Ok, let’s say that happiness is measured in a barometer format, in which, obviously, the highest point of the bar is your most possible satisfied point and the lowest is your least. Does your “current happy point” in the bar always measure the same distance to your highest point, meaning that the abstract image of “happiness” or “fulfillment” keep getting bigger and better as you become more satisfied? Or is there an actual chance of becoming closer to it?
It could be that I’ve been ungrateful. Looking at the glass half empty when it’s half full. Or perhaps, it’s the rain’s subconscious effect on me.
In spite of all this low-tone brain puke, I can still say that this is probably the closest I’ve ever gotten to my highest possible point.
We’re seven days away from Christmas, and I really hope Santa has my new address!
