It's 21:32 in my part of the world, and I just got back from the supermarket. I went there in a rush to buy myself some dessert. While almost every store is closed by now, this one has open hours until something like 23:00.
The reason why I went to buy myself something sweet for dinner is because the pasta that I cooked didn't fill my stomach properly, and most often when I am in this situation, my blood is asking for glucose... What a nasty habit I have...
While getting back to the car, I met with a homeless old man. I know him perfectly; he does not admit that he is homeless, but he is. He sleeps wherever he can; he's pretty clean (somebody is probably allowing him to bath once in a while), and he's a nice dude.
I often give him money because I feel for him. Some judge this homeless man because the reason why he ended up in this position is because of sports bets and casinos, mostly sports bets. Back in the early '90s, he won a huge amount of cash at sports bets. After his win, the sports betting house actually closed.
Two years later, he got back home to his wife after spending all of his cash with hookers and low-quality gypsies. His wife divorced him; they sold the house and went on separate roads. From there on, everything snowballed, and he ended up in the position he's in right now.
It's hard seeing him walking the whole town just to warm up because it's wintertime here, and it gets damn cold, but there's not much I can do for him. I was wondering earlier today while galloping through this book called "The Psychology of Money" about what the purpose of life could be...
Some are happy, or at least seem to be happy because they have a big family; others are running after building their business, some are always on the run for constant pleasure and all sorts of stimulation, and while we have all sorts of so-called sacred scriptures on what the purpose of life might be, we actually don't know for sure.
No one got back from the dead... At least from what I know... So what are we hustling for our entire life? Having a family, reaching some financial status, changing the world in some way through any sort of medical discovery or invention? How do we know we've made it?
And if we end up in the position of having made it, why can't we keep that? No matter how big the family or the bank account is, at some point, we are going to lose that because we are not immortals... What's the ultimate purpose of this fucking life?
Having kids, getting shelter during cold winter nights, making big business, building muscle, winning in sports, what? Because this man I mentioned in the introduction has kids, but they don't want to hear about him, Ronnie Coleman built the best physique of all times, but he can't walk for years now...
Is there any perfection that can be achieved? So many questions and so little time... And all of the answers are probably behind the veil, but nobody gets back to give them to us... What an interesting planet we are living on...
Have a great Saturday and see you all next time.
Thanks for your attention,
Adrian
I always think perfectionism is on details, and i can't make a valid opinion here in Venezuela we don't focus on that kind of stuffs too much. Cheers Sir.
Perfectionism sucks. I know it first hand.