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I always end up at two meaning's of life, and it quite paralyzes me sometimes.
To be happy.
To strive for excellence, and excellence being making this world (yourself included) better every moment you can.
Should you strive for excellence to such a point that your no longer happy?
I pose these hypothetical's to myself all the time:
If you have six months left on earth to live as you choose, but you can cure cancer by isolating yourself and doing miserable work but it will take the whole six months and as soon as you get the method written out on how to do it, you can only get it out by uploading it to the internet anonymously, should you?
Now, if you being happy means you actually have to make this world a worse place to enjoy yourself, should you?
If you could not feel anything except by killing people you thought that were good people, and that made you feel happy, should you? Would you?
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