"When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose".
That's how the song goes. It is true, yet we don't really want to be in such a state. We might be tempting it during the five-minute song, but no human desire the loneliness of having absolutely nothing.
And then, what about having everything? Is that even "achievable"? Is there a stage when the "fella" sits down at the end of the day and goes like "well, that's it. I've done it. I can rest now."
I suppose it doesn't take a psychologist to say there isn't. However it may be possible to experience a sense of plenitude for a moment. A moment of glory.
For some, it might be getting home earlier than expected. Others may see it in grabbing that sough-after certificate, maybe graduation. Being the first in a competition. A few may feel it inside a loved one's hug, or just by looking at their partners' sleepy face in a usual weekday morning.
For most of us, the feeling fades next. It may linger a bit more for those all-positive-and-lively, but it does fade sooner or later. And then runs the circle. You have to go around again and again to find some more pleasure or achievement or anyway you want to call that sensation. Some of us get tired of it - not the feeling, but the quest for it. Those find their stage - or rather create it - a point in time when they are confident to say "this is where I want to be." Pessimists will point out: "You could have a better car, you know... You've got three mouths to feed, you know... your house is falling to pieces, you know". And they reply "I've got a family, I've got everything. I've got enough to live and be happy!"
And, in fact, happy they go. And happy they live. And happy they piss and shit and go round and round. And I stare in both disgust and envy, wishing I could be just like that.