Life is like a racing game – you are constantly not only supposed to accelerate but also to brake.
One might say, for a dialectical comparison… a dictator of some sort or a billionaire or a pop star, always racing high without stops and seemingly fine.
But actually no, he’s not fine – it’s an illusion. Living in fear, constantly pressured by surroundings and money, all the wealth to be vanish, such things tend to end up badly, thinking and stresding about death constantly when you got such much to loose… Cheap suffering. Not specially successful but especially foolish.
In fact, resource-parasites are maniacs – can a maniac be really happy or successful?
A true master power is never a billionaire nor a usurper of authority… rushing to crash is not wisdom or the highest class, it’s a disease – the inversion of fortune, a dishonorable scoundrel, cancer.
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