I think it is more complicated than that. Who knows what a difference a little boy in a chair can make in thousands of lives around him though his own life is dismal, short and seemingly unfulfilling. By thousands we are talking the web of connection that flows from that little boy to all people who are aware of him through various means fair or foul.

Maybe existence is more like an mmo than people would like to consider at first glance. A case of art imitating life and expressing some subconscious echo of knowledge from before the waters of the river lethe overtook our shades. I mean maybe you get to respawn.

So maybe doing a hitch as wheel chair boy earns you bonus points. You respawn in the world where people make war on dinosaur back and every mighty champion is assured a large breasted Valkyrie mate. (my personal view of heaven and is not endorsed by this station or it's affiliates.)

Why? Because if life is cheap and respawns abound what is more eternal than the virtues? Love, compassion, etc. These are things that live on from body to body. Spawn after spawn some things stay the same no matter what world you end up on.

So what if those are the things that really matter? Whether you choose the positive or the negative is not even eternal. Only the struggle of these virtues themselves played out over an infinite set of dramas. Only that is truly eternal. And if a thing is not eternal it is not REAL. It is just dust and shadows. A pixel in a larger mosaic perhaps but still only a pixel. A little boys time in a wheel chair can teach a lot of the less obvious points of conscious being.

Or maybe I'm drunk and high and talking out of my ass. But for a tick there I was something beyond your average human living out the sands of his hourglass.

If you would be immortal such detachment you must learn.