There’s too many different perspectives on this to find a solution, because there’s too many people on the planet. Few live in communities anymore where people take care of each other. With the ability to be selfish and hoard, and say, I work 70 hours so I’m entitled to be wasteful, humans lie to themselves. We lie about our purpose and our life’s meaning because being superficial is praised beyond words. Yet oftentimes my generosity is abused.
We don’t know how to live anymore. I don’t know how to exist. I have no joy. I have no community, no family and nothing fills the void. I’m easily overlooked, overpowered, yet still somehow overwhelmed by all that’s expected of me.
It’s my opinion, but I don’t like being human anymore. I’d rather die in the wild feeding hungry wolves than be buried with riches and honors.
I’m sad.
I’m over it.