More. What’s the problem with more? Why is it so bad to want more? I don’t see a problem with wanting more if it’s within reason. If we don’t want more, wouldn’t that mean we have given up and settled? Why settle? You only live once, so experiencing joy and happiness should be something to strive for while you have the chance. If you want a boat, get a boat. If you want a convertible, get a convertible. If you want to be better at your job, you should have the right to do so.
During the past couple years or more, I have been reading a great deal about how to be positive and how to live your best life, blah blah blah. Some of that stuff (and advice from some people I know) say to be grateful for what you have. If you’re alive and healthy, you are blessed and so much more fortunate than so many others. Sure, I can agree with that. But if you realize everything is good and there’s no need to strive for more, isn’t that the same as rolling over and giving up? Why exist? Grass doesn’t stop growing once it has reached a comfortable length. Grass wants to keep growing so that it pisses us off into cutting it twice a week. Grass finds pleasure in knowing it is pissing off humans.
Do you know why there is a Crock of Shirt? Because I love wasting ink! Kidding. Crock is alive because we are trying to attain happiness by doing something we enjoy doing. It offers challenges (holy shit, does it ever offer challenges). It offers satisfaction when challenges are met. There are tons of other things I could do in life, but most of them don’t interest me. I want happiness and opportunity. I want more.