Meant to serve
Sometimes i think that nothing is ever going to make me happy. Like maybe its all just really boring eventually. You can go to a place and do a thing and at first it will feel like you finally found something that is going to give you happiness. But then after a while perhaps shockingly soon it will wane and you'll be back where you started and you will have wasted all that energy. But then I guess there are only two paths to happiness: You either have to abandon all eternal pursuits, just give up completely, be mindful and zen or you have to continue moving like a shark from one thing to the next, the continuous pursuit. It feels like a combination of the two is how we are meant to live, thats how our nomad ancestors lived, thats how most mammals live. Free to just go wherever, constantly discovering new things but not because you feel compelled to chase down an end to your own emptiness but just because it is the natural course of your existence inside of nature. I had the...