I worry that with every passing year, creativity will dim. Ideas will die out, buried beneath the weight of capitalism. To work, to get, to chase. Always money, never dreams.

How much does talent matter in a world where talent leads to success? Can you succeed in life while being mediocre? Or does mediocrity mean making your life a democracy?

In times of simplicity, one has to wonder why chaos is sought. We constantly search for pain, even when it keeps us from the very thing we desire: happiness.