Hey Rearden,
Can passion create endorphins? I don't have any scientific or clinical evidence, but I would think it can.
Speaking from a little bit of experience... I'm not refractory, but I've known the crushing depths of despair. I have some inkling of what it's like to look into that void. My emotional range is extremely wide, well into the fat tail range -- probably in the top percentile for functioning individuals.
Comes from dad's side of the family. I don't consider myself a mental slouch, but I'm a dullard compared to my pops. And his dad -- my grandfather -- was more brilliant still.
As a successful father, husband and entrepreneur, my granddad had everything. But he committed suicide in his fifties. Put a bullet in his brain. Had all the trappings of a great life, but he couldn't see the meaning of life. With his genius and his range he possessed an amazing capacity for joy, probably greater than 99.5% of his peers, but the spark was lost to him. And so that capacity for joy became a yawning void that swallowed him.
I still think about granddad from time to time. My whole life is dedicated to the pursuit of deep passions and heart-felt ideals -- I'm not letting go of my spark for anything. If it ever slipped from my hands, I would probably be a dead man. If I had to define my life philosophy in terms of a few keywords, they would be: evolution, emergence, self-discovery, clarity, possibility, Arete. Especially Arete. When you have an all-consuming fire inside, you can do amazing things. But such a fire can also consume you.
I bring this up because maybe your curse is a gift as well. If you know what it's like to plumb the black depths as few do, you may also have a sense of the great heights as few do. Anger and despair can be forged into passion with enough will. Maybe you can tap into that passion, and thus create life-giving meaning for yourself. Fight fire with fire.
As an articulate, intelligent multi-millionaire, you have some pretty sweet options. If enjoying the hedonistic pleasures of life doesn't turn you on, then maybe you need a righteous quest. Maybe you need to find that deep well of passion that you can tap into for yourself.
It sounds like you've already got a message that gets your motor running. There has never been a better time to be a well-funded rebel with a cause. You can take your millions and start an organization, start multiple organizations, fund research projects, buy a thousand depression-related google keywords and spread the good word across the planet, throw yourself back into trading with the goal of making millions more to fund ongoing awareness and research.
This cause obviously drives you. Think about taking it up and making it your ultimate purpose. Fuck the naysayers and the navel gazers. Let your knowledge-spreading mission stoke that all-consuming fire, give you a reason to fight and a reason for being. You can contribute excellence to the world, and maybe find your saving grace at the same time.
Can passion create endorphins? I don't have any scientific or clinical evidence, but I would think it can.
Speaking from a little bit of experience... I'm not refractory, but I've known the crushing depths of despair. I have some inkling of what it's like to look into that void. My emotional range is extremely wide, well into the fat tail range -- probably in the top percentile for functioning individuals.
Comes from dad's side of the family. I don't consider myself a mental slouch, but I'm a dullard compared to my pops. And his dad -- my grandfather -- was more brilliant still.
As a successful father, husband and entrepreneur, my granddad had everything. But he committed suicide in his fifties. Put a bullet in his brain. Had all the trappings of a great life, but he couldn't see the meaning of life. With his genius and his range he possessed an amazing capacity for joy, probably greater than 99.5% of his peers, but the spark was lost to him. And so that capacity for joy became a yawning void that swallowed him.
I still think about granddad from time to time. My whole life is dedicated to the pursuit of deep passions and heart-felt ideals -- I'm not letting go of my spark for anything. If it ever slipped from my hands, I would probably be a dead man. If I had to define my life philosophy in terms of a few keywords, they would be: evolution, emergence, self-discovery, clarity, possibility, Arete. Especially Arete. When you have an all-consuming fire inside, you can do amazing things. But such a fire can also consume you.
I bring this up because maybe your curse is a gift as well. If you know what it's like to plumb the black depths as few do, you may also have a sense of the great heights as few do. Anger and despair can be forged into passion with enough will. Maybe you can tap into that passion, and thus create life-giving meaning for yourself. Fight fire with fire.
As an articulate, intelligent multi-millionaire, you have some pretty sweet options. If enjoying the hedonistic pleasures of life doesn't turn you on, then maybe you need a righteous quest. Maybe you need to find that deep well of passion that you can tap into for yourself.
It sounds like you've already got a message that gets your motor running. There has never been a better time to be a well-funded rebel with a cause. You can take your millions and start an organization, start multiple organizations, fund research projects, buy a thousand depression-related google keywords and spread the good word across the planet, throw yourself back into trading with the goal of making millions more to fund ongoing awareness and research.
This cause obviously drives you. Think about taking it up and making it your ultimate purpose. Fuck the naysayers and the navel gazers. Let your knowledge-spreading mission stoke that all-consuming fire, give you a reason to fight and a reason for being. You can contribute excellence to the world, and maybe find your saving grace at the same time.