There comes a time in life when you realize that you
are destined for obscurity unless you make an effort
otherwise. Thus, we enter the eternal paradox of the
human existence: the more you strive to become or to
attain, the more you realize there is to strive for.
This poses an unanswerable question: Is true happiness and contentment possible or is it merely the
realization that the next socio-psychological plateau
is unattainable or not worth the effort? Are those who claim to be happy and satisfied in life truly content,
or are they just unwilling to admit that they have
decided to settle for their current state; deciding
that they've achieved enough for one lifetime; willing
to settle for second best because the optimal situation is merely an illusion, a fog that continually changes
and grows when you think that you've finally reached
the end of it. Does happiness truly exist or are
humans perpetually deceiving themselves into deciding
that things are as good as they can get? For many, the goal of the human existence is the betterment of
the self. But to what end. Does a point come when you decide that you've bettered yourself enough and are
satisfied to live at that level forever? That is the
paradox. Spending an entire lifetime seeking something better only to find at the end that there is always
something better and your life was in vain.









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