Even if a individual attained and secured the goals he originally set for himself, the satisfaction he experiences would be short-lived and he would soon revert to a life of painful striving. There is no natural limit to the amount of wealth, fame, or physical pleasure which a man may covet, and the brief satisfaction he experiences upon the attainment of some degree of these goods only wets his appetite for more. The desire for these worldly or material goods is like an itch. There is a momentary satisfaction when the desire is apparently fulfilled, as there is when one scratches an itch. But it would be better to be without the desire altogether, as it would be better without the itch. A life dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure, wealth, or fame is thus by its nature a life of frustration, insecurity, and painful striving-illuminated perhaps by moments of brief satisfaction but without lasting value.

In other words, your shit's weak people, get some real values.