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This post reflects a young and immature mind, one reaching out but one unsure of audience (and one -- forgivably -- not accustomed to the notion of instantaneous publication). At the heart of the crass political observations and the sombre tone, however, is a real concern. This 2004 post exposes something that should be brought to light...
That day in your youth when you realize that happiness is not all it seems. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of it implies that it's an imperative to have the right brain chemicals. It's your duty to fix yourself, to do justice to the national destiny. And if you're not feeling it, it's time to buy the right products, to make the necessary corrections. There are doctors for this, and 24-hour shopping.
The one way to ensure your unhappiness is to believe in being happy at all costs. The only way out is to allow yourself a nice patch of melancholy from time to time. To find a way to enjoy it, to harness its meaningful negativity in preparation for the day when you have the energy to use it properly. To stop believing in the necessity of correction. To be at home in one's failures and imperfections.
My hope is that, here and elsewhere, I can only learn to fail better.
