I've always been an adventurer of the mind with many interests, while my parents always pushed me to be invested in school and stay on a traditional track.

They've told me my whole childhood that I should always go beyond doing what is necessary and work to be the best.

Should it be like that, though?

The more you invest in school, the less time you have to discover the many things to explore and learn outside of it, as good as your discipline and organizational skills can be.

Energy, time, focus, and memory are not unlimited, so every action you take is a trade-off with something else you could do with these precious resources.

Would I be who I am today by having been more invested in traditional education? Or, more importantly, would I be a preferable version of myself?

If you doubt because you have been told in consequence of your choices that you are wasting your time/life, these are questions to ask yourself.

For me, as long as you grow, learn and love what you do while trying not to affect others negatively; you win.

I see art as a way to express one's uniqueness, emotions, thoughts, message, perspective, creativity, or work/gift.

The beauty of art should not be able to be judged; our opinions are corrupted by standards that are only relatively objective and put in our mind by society.

Since when is the primary purpose of art to touch as many people as possible? The more artists try to connect with as many people as possible and receive the benefits that go with it, the more art loses its authenticity.

Finding the balance between realness and recognition seems complicated.

As long as your work makes sense to you and touches at least one person, it should already be considered a success, even if another person will remain unmoved.

I wonder if being different and expressing it in one's own way will ever be possible without fear or feeling bad about it.

I want money

Like everyone on earth, because that's necessary to live. But it also saves you from stress, shame, and other woes. You can use it to help others, see and learn new things, and the more you accumulate, the more possibilities you have.

It would be hypocritical to say that it doesn't potentially play a role in happiness, but is it so simple? Does all of it imply that money is the key to making people happy? Is saving from misfortune the same as creating happiness?

If this is the case, how come some people who have less manage to be happier? And why is it that even those who have more are still unhappy?

I feel like sometimes, we don't recognize that naturally, as our richness grows, our standards change. Things become ordinary as they become ours, and we will always want what we do not possess.

It is even hard sometimes to keep in mind that I'm already relatively wealthy and fully appreciate what I have, such as the expensive phone I use to share and read messages like this one.

Even though I disagree, I can see why some people argue that how you look at life determines your happiness. A part of the answer surely lies in appreciating what we already have and recognizing our good fortune and opportunities.

For me, it goes beyond the perspective; money is only an instrument, and whether it makes you happy depends on your use, your intentions and who you are.

I just hope to eventually see so many stop being mindless slaves of money and material goods. I want to believe these people would stop being caught thinking these can strictly make them happy while it only brings them nothing but momentary satisfaction and a feeling of vanity.

Have you ever considered the subjectivity of accuracy?

What I find precise might not leave that impression on someone else, and what is accurate for humans may not be for another being, superior or inferior.

Wait, superior/inferior in size? In importance? In power? I’m actually not sure; let’s go further...

I was once Christian, but I'm now Agnostic; I feel the answers to the origins are out of scope for us but that there is something, a greater force or being, behind everything.

So now I think about this being I've been saying I believe in, and I'm perplexed because when I talk about its superiority, I don't know what reference I am talking about; I never thought deeply about it before.

Isn't it more than an earthly concept to claim that what is more powerful and prominent in size is superior? So naturally, we must focus mainly on what is more considerable and sometimes completely disregard smaller and weaker beings?

Who says the answer to the source of our existence is not - according to our reference called "size" - found in "the infinitely small"?

Are not humans even able to be the source of the creation of things that we see as more extensive and powerful than us? For example, I'm thinking about artificial intelligence, powerful machines/weapons, and Earth alterations.

Maybe I should just remove the concept of size and superiority when philosophizing about the origin of our creation because it is unwillingly an attempt to explain what I cannot understand…

Alright.

Pourquoi est-ce qu’être un roi du terrain n’a jamais été mon choix ?

Car j'ai toujours cru que sur ce terrain, tout comme dans la société, il n'y avait qu'un seul chemin

Pour faire cesser la destruction des défiants et pour échapper à la cage que les parasites avides de pouvoir me réservent;

Devenir tellement compétent qu'ils soient condamnés à se taire et abandonner leur plan.

Vaincre tout le temps, car ma défaite était leur arme favorite pour attaquer ma confiance en moi.

Jamais droit à l'erreur, constamment sous une pression extrinsèque, hostile et paralysante à l'occasion.

Une tâche ingrate, à l'issue de laquelle je ne trouve ni satisfaction durable, ni la reconnaissance que j'espère, ni le silence dont je rêve.

Prisonnier d'un cycle infernal, comment ne pas devenir esclave du Triomphe quand il est ton unique moyen d’être libre?

Quand j'ai ouvert les yeux, je n'arrivais plus à voir le sens dans ce processus. Ça ne me semblait pas être ainsi que les choses doivent se passer.

Mais le monde est comme il est, les gens sont comme ils sont, et la nature gagne toujours. L'accepter était la dernière étape de ma transformation.

On peut dire que le projet a échoué avec brio, et si tu ne comprends toujours rien alors tu ne comprendras peut-être jamais.

Je suis enfin devenu ce que j'ai toujours été, et il ne devrait pas y avoir à prouver éternellement.

Fin du chapitre.