Even IF you somehow manage to navigate today’s maze of failures, rejections and heartbreak, what is your reward? To live yet another day in misery? To wait until climate change, war or disease does away with us?
A reward would be to be able to rest. I don’t mean death per sé, but it seems like that’s the only real-life thing left available to people like us.
Yes, yes, I know very well that “if nothing has meaning, YOU get to choose the meaning”. Except I don’t. Maybe if I was rich or powerful. But I’m poor, in poor health and powerless.
I read Camus’ Sisiphus, and I, for one, cannot possibly imagine him happy.
I feel like the only way for people to be happy is to distract themselves from the issues of the world. As soon as you think about it, you’d have to be doing some serious mental gymnastics to think it’s ok. It’s a selfish perspective, but if you care about being happy more than being awake to the world’s issues, then get busy doing something.
I used to do this with weed but my source dried up unexpectedly and it’s fully illegal here. I can get every type of pill imaginable but a fricking plant? No can do…