Darkover
Angelic
- Jul 29, 2021
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It seems the older I get, the less enjoyment I am getting out of everything.
You know how when you are a kid, you feel like there are new and exciting things to do? You get some new video game or toy, and it's just pure excitement? As a kid, I had hope for my future as well as a much better appreciation for things as they were not yet old and stale. Life still had new things to offer and in my youth, I fell for those things.
Now at 37 I find everything old and stale. Life doesn't offer any excitement whatsoever. It's waking up, slaving at work feeling pissed all day (literally work is concentrated stress for 8 hours), and boredom at night. I don't enjoy anything. As I am getting older my tolerance levels are getting less and less for the constant frustrations of a typical day. What is there to look forward to when work is slavery and frustration, and the things outside of work are boring and unfulfilling?
Sadly, this is just continuing to get worse in my experience, amplified especially over this last year. I constantly feel crippling despair and desperation over how miserable I am feeling living a life permeated by disappointment and boredom. I realize I am a hamster in a wheel, a slave to society, and I live a hollow shell a life. This is how most people's lives are but they won't admit it. Most people pretend to be happy despite most lives being tedium. We think "next year" things will change but they never do. False hope.
Not only this, but I have to mention regrets. As the years pass, I have more and more regrets over past mistakes I have made. It seems this aspect of life gets worse with age. As we live our lives, doors which were once potentially open begin to close and the regrets start to pile up. Guilt is the result of this pain, and it is a constant source of depression and despair.
My life is not only is stupid and meaningless in theory, it FEELS stupid and meaningless in practice. It feels heavy. I'm not going anywhere, everything is the same but my frustration tolerance level just gets lower and lower as the years slowly churn on.
You know how when you are a kid, you feel like there are new and exciting things to do? You get some new video game or toy, and it's just pure excitement? As a kid, I had hope for my future as well as a much better appreciation for things as they were not yet old and stale. Life still had new things to offer and in my youth, I fell for those things.
Now at 37 I find everything old and stale. Life doesn't offer any excitement whatsoever. It's waking up, slaving at work feeling pissed all day (literally work is concentrated stress for 8 hours), and boredom at night. I don't enjoy anything. As I am getting older my tolerance levels are getting less and less for the constant frustrations of a typical day. What is there to look forward to when work is slavery and frustration, and the things outside of work are boring and unfulfilling?
Sadly, this is just continuing to get worse in my experience, amplified especially over this last year. I constantly feel crippling despair and desperation over how miserable I am feeling living a life permeated by disappointment and boredom. I realize I am a hamster in a wheel, a slave to society, and I live a hollow shell a life. This is how most people's lives are but they won't admit it. Most people pretend to be happy despite most lives being tedium. We think "next year" things will change but they never do. False hope.
Not only this, but I have to mention regrets. As the years pass, I have more and more regrets over past mistakes I have made. It seems this aspect of life gets worse with age. As we live our lives, doors which were once potentially open begin to close and the regrets start to pile up. Guilt is the result of this pain, and it is a constant source of depression and despair.
My life is not only is stupid and meaningless in theory, it FEELS stupid and meaningless in practice. It feels heavy. I'm not going anywhere, everything is the same but my frustration tolerance level just gets lower and lower as the years slowly churn on.