I started my life full of hope. I believed people were good and that my future was bright.
The world was some sort of ideal and rational place, at least in my mind. A future utopia. I learned to believe — in a way that isn’t clear to me anymore — that intelligence and hard work were always rewarded. I believed most other people were decent and well-meaning. They shared my values.
Living an adult life ￼is nothing like what my childhood led me to expect. I question the intelligence and rationality of most people.￼ I’ve come to believe we all have some minor (or major) form of mental illness, most of which we ignore. (That means you and me, too.)
Most of all, I’ve come to see that most people don’t share my values. They’re not much like me.
I’ve discovered that high intelligence is often a handicap, not a ticket to success. Shallow hearts and dishonest actions are often rewarded instead. Most people don’t care about one another. The material utopia which I was promised has led most people to focus so much on the benefits of our material advancements that they overlook the spiritual and emotional elements which are ultimately more important. I see us as a shallow and unhappy culture.
And I have become bitterly disappointed about all of this.