Monday, September 25, 2017

Normal Routine

I suppose it's not a revelation to learn, eventually, that the vast majority of one's existence is spent doing things one does not like. Early years are spent in school that few children enjoy or profess to liking, its concurrent homework and bullying and social strata inflicting wounds and causing anxiety to fester. Adulthood is filled with hours at a job who most people don't like; job dissatisfaction at record highs, everyone wanting more weekend, or vacation, or what have you. Even sleep, which many claim to like, is most often a memoryless respite that, in our lack of consciousness, feels much shorter than it is, such as that even if we did enjoy it, calling it a third of our day would seem inaccurate. So we spend our existence meandering from thing to thing we don't like, perhaps wondering, how, in our collective pursuit of values and construction of society, we let happiness become such a small, finite part of our day-to-day routine.

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