Some people can go through life seemingly without a care. I envy those people. It would seem that I am, not exactly the polar opposite, but I do tend not to be very satisfied about things. I used to think that I would be carefree if only . . . but, even when I attained whatever I was pursuing, I was already planning for the next thing . . . and plotting to do that thing!
This ‘not being satisfied’ thing brings up a heretofore unrealized character flaw. Whenever I have attained any particular thing, I have discovered that being there wasn’t a big deal. It was getting there that was fun and exciting. So, I was off to the next mountain.
So, I bring this up because of all the mountaineers in the process of killing themselves on Mount Everest, and, of course, all of those woe-be-gone mountaineers that are emerging from the ice on the world’s highest mountain because of global warming.
I hope the excitement was worth it