Easy life. You wake up, you go someplace, you do simple work, you go back, you have some fun, you go to sleep. Who can really say their life is hard? Especially of all the people that can read this article.
In the moments when I’m truly alone and thinking, I wonder about intelligence. About what it is to be intelligent. Recently, I have found an interesting view on the matter. How is Experience different from intelligence? Is intelligence ability to process experience?
Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard it. Be calm, meditate, stop at least once a day… But why, really? To remember what we’ve done? Maybe. To take a moment and reflect? Maybe. To stay sane? I wouldn’t go that far.