Work all week, too tired to do something fun. Corporate profits unreasonably high and now I can’t afford to engage in activities. Individualistic, nuclear family, isolation because communes reduce profits. Breathing poisoned air, drinking contaminated water, eating trash, refined food. Lost in a maze of suburbs, battling long transit times, alone in a sea of cars. Everyone’s left for jobs, or busy working jobs, no time to meet new people.
What is, like, the point?
Do we sit in his emotional wasteland, producing for an other, alone and without the energy to do anything but work until we get sick and can’t afford healthcare / are told by doctors the elderly are not their priority as they’re no longer productive?
These are my thoughts every day right now, and I don’t know how to get out of that depression loop.
I’m about a year and a half in remission from cancer. I started a new career to better my work-life balance and take care of my health. I thought surviving would give me a rejuvinated outlook on life, and I would “enjoy the little things” more.
No. When does that start?
Instead, I wake up every day thinking, what is the point? Who am I living for if I don’t have the time, money, or resources to do anything that brings joy to my life.
Work all week, too tired to do something fun. Corporate profits unreasonably high and now I can’t afford to engage in activities. Individualistic, nuclear family, isolation because communes reduce profits. Breathing poisoned air, drinking contaminated water, eating trash, refined food. Lost in a maze of suburbs, battling long transit times, alone in a sea of cars. Everyone’s left for jobs, or busy working jobs, no time to meet new people.
What is, like, the point?
Do we sit in his emotional wasteland, producing for an other, alone and without the energy to do anything but work until we get sick and can’t afford healthcare / are told by doctors the elderly are not their priority as they’re no longer productive?
These are my thoughts every day right now, and I don’t know how to get out of that depression loop.
I’m about a year and a half in remission from cancer. I started a new career to better my work-life balance and take care of my health. I thought surviving would give me a rejuvinated outlook on life, and I would “enjoy the little things” more.
No. When does that start?
Instead, I wake up every day thinking, what is the point? Who am I living for if I don’t have the time, money, or resources to do anything that brings joy to my life.
Move to a new country. Make life work for you, not the opposite.
They don’t have enough time/energy/money to find fulfilling repast on the weekends and your advice is to leave the country?
Such sage advuce should only be dispensed by Paris Hilton; “Stop being poor!”
So easy.