Anger is brittle fire that consumes and breaks whatever it engulfs.
There is no joy in a life that is all information. There is no 'juice' to that kind of life. No sweetness, no color. Like trading a beautiful golden-ripe orange for a stalk of whithered broccoli.
Maybe it's easier to like someone else's life, and live vicariously through it, than take some responsiblity to change our lives into lives we might like.
Where is the path to Grown-Up Land? How do I get there? Or will I just get old, not understanding that I'm no longer young?
I'm of the mind that even people who have limitations, if they have a curiosity, they will find a way to explore it.
It's always been about the experience of life and of not being passive. If something so excites my curiosty, I want to go there, be a part of whatever it is that's either pushing me or pulling me toward it. That desire for experience has made me very rich in life experience.