I want to thrive. I want to live. I want to enjoy my life.
But it seems like when I am just getting better, everything around me crumbles and I’m back where I started.
I wish I wasn’t so poor. Money is everything.
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I feel like it’d be easier to be content living in some pre-modern society that doesn’t have a concept of money or currency. Like, some hunter-gatherers in the arctic or something. Everything you might need is right there, just go get it. Nobody has more or less than anyone else, because there is nothing more than what’s around you. I mean, Na’alltug might have more wolf pelts, but they just make him look fat. The facts of life are still what they always are. We waste too much time trying to make the landlord and the boss happy. It’s such a waste of potential.
People have been miserable with their existence since the dawn of consciousness. Don’t fool yourself, it has never been easy.
Sure, there’s no such thing as perfectly happy people. Having meaningful social support and not this fragmented, detached nonsense would go a long way towards correcting a lot of the mental health issues modern society has created, though. That’s generally what it all boils down to at the bottom line.