I am an arrogant bastard. Too many strive towards compacency as a goal. They stop their urge and desire for discovery somewhere between youth and adulthood. And when they find their conplacency threatened, they do everything to recover that warm, fuzzy feeling of that lost compacency as quickly as possible. Throughout every country, every way of thought you will find it. We grow up thinking that the ability to become compacent is the equivalance of success in life. True arrogant bastards know that this could not be further from the truth. The real beauty, richness, and depth in life can only be found if the journy through life itself is looked upon as a constant chance to learn, live, and find life's passion. Passion threatens the complacent and feels them with fear. Fear of the new, the deep, and the different. I, on the other hand seek it out. Endlessly, joyously, and aggresively.
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