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The very fact that we can even consider life as a facetious, non-serious endeavor—something that we can go about laughing with contempt, to wander blithely in ignorance, to denigrate the value of this world and those around us—is by the far most profligate display of our privilege.

For those that have to forcibly endure hardship after hardship, for those that are tormented incessantly by evil forces, and for those that wish for a modicum of the luxuries that we take for granted every day of our complacent lives—there is no choice but to take life seriously, if not for themselves, then for those that they love.