Today it occurred to me that I'm going to inherit the sorrow of the world, in a manner of speaking. We all do, someday.

It's as though someone told me, "Someday, this will all be yours..."

Come to think of it, someone did tell me that. But not today. And he was joking.

But yeah, it's about basic respect.

I've long known that it's crucial to embrace joy wherever it might be found—I picked up an intuitive understanding of that at some point. But I've long been insulated from what true sorrow there is in the world, and I think that's slowed my understanding of why the joys must be cherished. In my somewhat charmed existence, I've taken them for granted.

Heh. Pardon me while I get in touch with the reality so many before me have readily grasped.

"I gotta get my shit together, 'cause I can't live like this forever. You know I've come too far, and I don't want to fail—I got a new computer and a...bright future in sales, yeah yeah, yeah yeah."
"I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me --
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire --
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid."

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