02-07-2014, 04:21 PM
(02-07-2014, 04:14 PM)Tanner Wrote: I treat comfort as the coming home after a long arduous journey. It is wonderful to come back to and have the time to rest, but would that comfort and rest really be as wonderful if I had not thoroughly tired myself out from a mysterious journey?
An eternity of leisure leads to profound boredom, in my mind.
I agree completely. It's like asking why food tastes so good when you haven't eaten for a while. What kind of an existence is that though? Why can't we fully appreciate something without having to experience not having it? This all seems so silly at times. Argh, so confused.