Ernest Hemingway
i know from my own personal experience that this is one of the truest things ever said. among my friends i can say that the level of happiness in their lives is directly and inversley correlated to their amount of happiness. im sure a mathmatical formula could be derived to express the realtionship with a great degree of accuracy, although that would be beyond my level of intelligence, and if it were not i would surely take my own life rather than see my own results. intelligent people have a an especially sorry plight in life. just as ignorance is a plague upon the earth, inteligence is a plague upon those who must bear its burden. to see the dumb masses go about their daily lives in an ignorant bliss is like a slap in the face. in their happily dumb lives they will never be plagued by the questions which haunt the mind of a genius, slowly driving him mad. an intelligent person might be content, but content is a far waw off from true happiness. moments of true happiness come for the genuis only at times of profound enlightenment. upon solving a nagging problem or discovering a new concept. those moments are beautiful, but they are also fleeting and rare. new questions and problems quickly arise to sweep away the moment of bliss. i would change my place in life in a heartbeat if it meant i could experience more that a passing sense of happiness. i want to be happily stupid, blind to the problems which surround me. i want to suppose, rather than know.
i will never again write regaurding inteligence it has become more of a frustration than i can handle. it is a problem with no solution, and i need to change focus and find some happiness, or at least be content once again.
buen viaje; brian