Life is a bundle of highs and lows that all culminate to vanity. However, this is what makes it interesting.

When painfully trudging through time with the hopeful mindset of meaning behind suffering we are met
with many foes that make it even more difficult to take the next step and like any other great
philosopher I come to conclusion that our greatest foe is ourselves, our fears, our foolishness, our
prejudices and so goes on the list.

It's not really the matter of overcoming but the matter of consistency. Ideally, if we could consistently
overcome ourselves life would be a bed of roses but that’s not the case. For some reason we lack the
required mental tools in many areas. Of course we mature and make less mess of our lives but the light
of perfection is still bleak as always thus we again pull up our socks and march ever forward into the
abyss.

To mention an instance where I let myself down would be unfair to the colossal moments that would
trump one another as if it were a ranking system. In retrospect, nothing stands out only the word called
vanity because even success is but the grasping of wind.

For the sake of posterity the only solace that comes to my mind is the sweet embrace of concentration.
Yes, concentration is when one forgets about the being, the existence of our flesh, the pain of freedom.
When one can devote oneself to an art or work for that matter, we lock all our senses into our task at
hand. We basically inherently hate freedom since we always strive to busy ourselves with some mambo
Jambo or as the elites nonchalantly describe it as art. The bliss of dedicating all our energy with interest
to a task and liking it is the only hope I see.

All that is said and done is like a river that constantly flows which leads to nowhere so might as well find
an art that justifies suffering.