I find myself wondering why people spend so much time searching for their "origins."
Don't get me wrong, I understand the bit where it might be useful to know your family medical history. But how does it change your present moment to know that you're a direct descendant of Alexander the Great? Or Napoleon? Or anything else, for that matter?
I find myself wondering if all this mental masturbation people engage in is merely another way to remain distracted from dealing with a present that-- in all fairness-- might not be so pleasant?
Suffering is a pretty unpleasant thing.
Maybe planting flowers and watching them grow would be a more pleasant option...
