Some people will live their entire lives under the, I have something to prove, banner. They continually prove themselves to themselves time and time again. The people around them know them like a clock and utilize that strength of character in that individual for their own usages. Reliance and determination are the hallmark of these individuals. They are the motor that keeps the car running and the system in check.
These people need a particular life, one in which relies solely on repetition; required for systemmatic goal attainment and achievement. Any deviation from this cycle, is viewed by themselves as crazy and lacking character. This self-masterbation serves a two-fold purpose: First, it gives that person room to be in that comfortable place of uncomfortablity they rely on so much because adversity is normal in the everyday grind and it carries over to regular life at times. Second, it carries over to the idea that you are not worthy of happiness when you really are saying, "I am unwilling to leave the comfortable bliss of my discontent." I know that if I were to somehow be happy at all times, I would certainly find a way each day to balance that shit out and stub my toe or something. Because me, I am no different than you. Why question happiness? Because if we do not, how can we remain in silent despair and longing for better times?
