The happiest people are the one’s who had expert imagination builders around them that allow them to ignorantly believe that happiness is actually obtainable. That’s what parents are to children today. Professional liars that miserably compete to convince their children that safety, protection, or security aren’t just theories.
Everything in nature is just one eventuality away from destruction, and safety is an illusion.
Aside from those liars, [and their believers] the rest of us are experts of reality. We know that life is about a constant introduction and reintroduction to perpetual torment and suffering; and that, the only way out is to ✨imagine✨ that it’s not happening; lost in the vanilla sky.
That said, the worst of us aren’t the ones good at pretending that we’re fucked or fucked up, even; the worst of us are good at pretending that everything is gonna be okay.
The things we call happiness are radically believable distractions from the agony we are cursed to keep as pitiful humans.