Stress is plentiful. There’s more than enough for everyone, and many of us have more than our fair share.
So it’s right that someone, somewhere, has none. It’s gotta average out somehow. One day, the person whose turn it is to be totally stress free-will then get stressed anyway. And that, my friends, is the beginning of the end.
And if that last stress-free soul is a raccoon, well sirs and madams, we were really, really overstressed.
I’ve been stressed too long.