the older i get the more i view happiness as- slightly more wins than losses, good days than bad days, success than failures, love than hate, delight than pain, excitement than boredom, friends than enemies- all in the setting of approaching my inevitable death.

perhaps i’m missing something, but i just don’t know how to get the good things above without resistance (gravity, competition, resistance… work).

so i guess that’s the recipe: freedom/happiness through overcoming resistance/scarcity. or to put it in contemporary terms: abundance is a shitcoin.