Look how far we’ve come

When I can finally say I figured out how to be happy and fulfilled in this life—this oppressive and absurd existence I’ve toiled against for all these grueling years, ravaging my heart and eviscerating the essence of my soul, driving me to the brink of insanity—people will still tell me that I’m “wasting time.” 

How is this supposed to make me feel? 

I’m just frankly astounded that despite the monumental amount of progress we’ve made as a civilization, many of us still feel obligated to use an ideological bludgeon to shame others for merely finding their way in life, for merely wanting to derive a modicum of joy from this existence. I have no issue with discussing the best way to live our lives—that is the purpose of this blog, after all—but when we impulsively inject it with contempt, presumptuousness, and ridicule, it becomes an irredeemable injustice. 

When we boast about all this money, all this productivity, all this success, progress, and stability we’ve accrued, there persists a disconsolate void within all our hearts—an inevitable consequence of our neglect of simply asking what all this is even for.