Life sucks, doesn't it? Being a woman, tough stuff. Being a man, equally rough. Fat, skinny, doesn't matter. Even dogs, I bet they're just faking it. Or maybe they're too dumb to get this load of crap. Sorry, I digressed, so here it goes: life is a race, a brutal game, where the goal is to satisfy your ambitious, insatiable desires. It's nonsense from the get-go. No beginning, no end. You wake up one day, and you already have memories from the past. You don't even realize the present. You start with your brilliantly intelligent mind, and guess what? You're somehow traumatized. Even better. It's not enough that there's a finish line strapped to your back that you can never break through, but even before you start, they kick you in the shin for good measure. That's what makes everyone so unique. Unique. Everyone. Everyone's unique. I never got that either, paradoxical nonsense. Anyway, I was getting to the point that somehow you manage to start. Of course, you haven't healed. Oh, far from it. You've just learned to live with the pain. Or the clever ones suppress it so deep inside, as if it doesn't hurt at all. Starting to sound familiar, isn't it? But what I wanted to say is that you start, and you've got two basic options. First, the defensive tactic: you try to enjoy life. Now, the problem with that is that they punish you. In severe cases, immediately, but even if you stay within the so-called legal framework, you're looking at roughly 30-50 years of suffering. Monotonous, soul-crushing, underpaid, hopeless, bitter suffering. Oh, yes, that's how it is. But there's another option. You don't let this damn life torture you because you beat it to the punch. You eject the crap as soon as possible. You work and study hard as you can. Then later, with a little luck, a sadistic streak, and zero conscience, you can turn your own destruction into the exploitation of others, you know, like those who took the first path. And then, after an endless amount of nonsense that you experienced every day because of your fellow humans, the rules, and your brilliantly intelligent mind, we reach a turning point. After many painful years, you realize that, as I mentioned before, your life sucks. So, you decide, with your brilliantly intelligent mind, to share this experience with others. In one way or another, you raise one or two more competitors, and you try everything to make them better than you. You're lucky because you don't live to be disappointed in this surreal dream, and you realize they're just as messed up as everyone else. Well, not you. Oh, dear, don't take it to heart. You're smarter than that. You're the exception. You're the one who thinks outside the box, doesn't fall for the matrix because you're so intelligent and... and uh, UNIQUE.
