The pointlessness of it all

Have you ever felt completely content with life at the end of a long day? When you enjoy your work and you feel like you’re not just another person because you’re proud of the way you can do something in a way no one else can, it does you more good than a vacation ever will.

Why does the world want us to stop thinking when all the progress the world has seen depends on men using their minds? Why does the world want to condition us to expect a safety net? Why is it so wrong to make mistakes and so right to compromise on life? Why do people smile cynically when you speak of moral rectitude?

Why are men and women who do menial jobs chosen more carefully than the men and women shaping young minds? Why is it that, when these minds scream out in frustration and rebellion, men only seek to suppress it and succeed nine times out of ten?

All I ask for is the strength to not bother about offending the world or anyone in it in the pursuit of what I want.