Many of my acquaintances who have done missionary work in Haiti tell me that as a people, they cherish life itself more than most Americans can realize. While not everyone can drive the vehicle of his choice, we are all fully capable of satisfying our material needs. We are programmed to associate contentment with materialism, and when all of our needs are met we are reminded how far we are from happiness. I think that would make us cynical as a people, at least in that regard. We have a completely wrong notion of happiness, and so we feel all the more empty when we fail to achieve it.
But then again, the chemicals in my brain are fucked up to the point that I'll bless the day when God removes me from this world.
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