An important question to ponder
What would make me feel that my life is fulfilling, and that it is being lived the best way it can be lived? I seem to from time to time be endlessly dissatisfied with myself in some regard — so what would be satisfying?
I suppose if I were a Nobel Laureate, or the author of a bestseller, or both, whose name is on the lips of university students everywhere, and who came up with a world-changing, potentially humanitarian theory that gives rise to new fields of study, who has traveled everywhere and has lived happily into old age with the love of her life in a beautiful home, then, maybe I would be satisfied.
Problem: Disregarding most of the above, I would have to be really old before I could draw the conclusion. And then what good is it?
Problem: Does this imply that I’m only satisfied if I have all of the above?
Problem: Why isn’t pizza-for-a-year guy depressed because it seems like his entire existence boils down to that one year he won free pizza?
