"It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool, or the pig, are of a different opinions, it is because they only know their side of the question."
I chose the life of a satisfied pig who knows nothing of higher pleasures in philosophy class in January and I stand by that choice. Life has become too painful. It is a reoccurring cycle, short bouts of true happiness that interrupt a long and painful existence. Jenny and Chelsea are no longer friends, and the resentment is tormenting to watch. Jordan is a shadow of the person I knew. My parents are becoming more irrational and manic as they age. Everyone is moving farther apart so slowly its barely noticeable. At the same time, they are not going anywhere. I want to get out there, I want to live everywhere, I want to try everything. I'm not satisfied with traveling somewhere for a week and leaving with the people I came with. I want to live places, have friends all over the world. I want to be a part of a million places, not just have them be a part of me.
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