It seems that in everything I have ever read, the human spirit is the ability to keep going. To always work past the bad, even if it’s still affecting you.
I find it curious that so much of our (human) literature embodies this. Stories and art tend to reflect something in the people or cultures that create them. That being observed, what does it say that there is such a large presence of the idea of never giving up? More over, it seems that in most cases I have observed, it isn’t to the end of some incredible goal. No, rather it seems to be tenacity in the face of ordinary problems and mistakes.
Is life and existence really so hard that continuing is an achievement? Or is it a temptation of quitting? Is a desire to stop a commonality among humans? Is it an insignificant reassurance?
I don’t know.
However, it does seem that most of humanity would agree that an individual should always keep moving forward.
“Common sense is the most fairly distributed thing in the world, for each one thinks he is so well-endowed with it that even those who are hardest to satisfy in all other matters are not in the habit of desiring more of it than they already have.”—Rene Descartes
In a perfect world a good person would have a good life, but we don’t live in a perfect world.
Perhaps if you stick to you principles, and know that you have behaved to your virtues, than you should be happy, even if you have no robust gain. Knowing that you tried should be enough. All the outside factors are just Que Sera Sera.
“He who knows only his own side of the case knows little of that. His reasons may be good, and no one may have been able to refute them. But if he is equally unable to refute the reasons on the opposite side, if he does not so much as know what they are, he has no ground for preferring either opinion”—John Stuart Mill, On Liberty