It seems unlikely, since we as a society are often told that ‘there is always room for improvement.’ We work to diminish the amount of space between ourselves and the perfection we seek. We keep decreasing the distance by a half, ridding ourselves of flaws and making the cuts we see necessary. Eventually, we end up climbing along a horizontal asymptote that travels straight along a path destined for infinity. One cannot reach the finish line, but neither can one plummet to the ground. We hover over the line, driven to keep that status for as long as we can hold out.
How does it work? We get locked into these different stairwells of status, setting the pace and the grade to the lifestyle of our choice. We buy the fancy car, but cringe each time the payments arrive in the mail. We attend prestigious universities, only to be swallowed by loans upon graduation. Yet, once we set that bar, we have to keep climbing despite the intensity. Life is not like a stair master. You can’t hit “Quit Workout” and take a drink, you’d be looked down upon for sure. No one enjoys dealing with that kind of humiliation, the type that crawls under your skin like ants aggregating over a lollipop. So you stay on, watched by the other gym-goers. You sweat and you push until you’re feeling fainter than ever.....
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