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The delusion that the world will inevitably turn out fine, despite occasionally saying the opposite. That, and the massive amount of stuff I still wanna do (games to play) and experiences to be had (music to be listened to, shows to be watched, computer mumbo jumbo to be learned)
Up to about the 1980s, the popular magazines used to frequently run cartoons with ragged-looking people holding up ‘It’s the END OF THE WORLD!!!’ signs. Guess they ran out of variants on that joke. But Doomsday Prophets have been around for centuries (some made big money from it) … and yet … here we all are.
We humans like to scare ourselves, but observation seems to show that it’s not a big worry. Will it all end, sure, some day. When? NOBODY KNOWS. Carpe diem, my friend … seize the day. And go ahead and make plans and execute them. Save your worry time for the little things that are inevitable.
Anti-depressants.
Because this is the only ride in town, might as well buy a ticket.
Dietary fiber.
My lucid dreams are unspeakably realistic, comprehensively and indistinguishable from reality. It’s like waking up each night into a horrible dystopia.
In my nightmares, there’s a global autocracy, a kind of maximalism of pain which forces people into mass slavery, but it’s not even according to their whims, it’s simply a price for existing.
I’d go on but it’s too spooky and sad.
The rest of the time life’s pretty good.
Well if you’re lucid, can’t you just like fly out of there or something?
I mean, don’t all the dream characters die when you wake up? Seems kinda
Not good
what keeps the water going while it makes its journey from the Alps to the sea?
Gravity?
Mornings are pretty nice.
Wtf?!?!
It was a quote that I read on lemmy. Someone was talking about dealing with suicidal thoughts and he asked his friend why he shouldn’t kill himself. His friend thought for a minute and then looked at him and said “Mornings are pretty nice.”
It was at that point he realised he shouldn’t be looking for some great reason for some great reason for life and instead just be.
I have never read anything that made me so angry.
My pets. They deserve the best. They’re all so spoiled.
“My pets aren’t spoiled. They are compensated fairly for the services they provide.”
Bees¹, birds², leaves, oat milk, new jokes, hateful music, ugliness of a dead body, desire³, spite⁴, sonder…
¹Inheritance Cycle reference
²Coots and seagulls and crows
³What you desire is what you lose in death, because your dead.
⁴Pick someone dead you don’t like and laugh that you’re alive and they have to decompose.
Adenosine triphosphate
Humanity has limitless stories to tell, and a lifetime of stories to experience already. There’s a lot I want to hear about~
Legs.
Coffee. Scary amounts of it.
games, anime, programming, music and lemmy
I, like most of us on Lemmy, live a better life than almost the entirety of the rest of human history.
Life is full of wonders and joy and there’s so much more to enjoy!
Gratitude is essential to happiness, studies show and also just duh.
And there really is good reason for it - e.g. all the literal wars fought in the past so that we could have such wonders as we do.
Happiness isn’t entirely just a choice, but it is partially one. 💞
Oh, and also chocolate, definitely chocolate.
I, like most of us on Lemmy, live a better life than almost the entirety of the rest of human history.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the world and by extension you have been so kind to me and I turned out to be just this worthless waste of oxygen, my existence a net negative of epic proportions and yet I’m too cowardly to at least end this miserable experiment.
Life is full of wonders and joy and there’s so much more to enjoy!
Life is full of putting on a face and smiling and playing a well-adjusted individual and I’m so tired.
Welcome to depression-ville, population way too fucking many.
What do you enjoy? Need some tips on what to do outside of work. :)
I’m not sure how applicable mine are but here goes:
About a decade ago, I got back into soccer as an adult. I played as a kid so it wasn’t as bad but my fitness took a couple years to get back up to snuff and I had a bunch of pulled muscles the first couple years. Now though, it’s my favourite thing and I play 3 times a week (which is admittedly, too many times) and for those three hours, I don’t think about the world, work, politics, life or anything, all that matters is keeping a ball out of our net. (And of course I’ve made some great friends along the way.)
As part of the getting back into shape, I’ve really dug swimming. It’s easy on these old man muscles and you can feel the improvement. (the hot tub afterwards is pretty nice too.)
I also got back into reading non fiction. I hadn’t looked for anything really new or interesting since the mid 00s, and reddit for all its faults had some really interesting suggestions in r/fantasy and r/sciencefiction which were a blast to read!
During the pandemic, I tried video games. Not really for me but some folks love them.
There’s an independent theatre down the street and I love just popping in and seeing what weird and wild stuff they have. Sure, at home is cheap but there’s something amazing about the big screen especially for a slower movie that would be way too tempting to bust out a phone for. I would never have made it through Lawrence of Arabia, the Good the Bad and the Ugly or Skinamarink without busting out a phone if I hadn’t been in a theatre.
There are some great little indie music venues in my city, there’s something refreshing about watching a young garage band that’ll go nowhere but is having a blast.
Some of my buddies are really into board games, which are fun. Not quite my thing but I fully get it.
I dunno, maybe some of those appeal? But really, I think the question is what are you interested in? What makes you smile? Or what has made you smile in the past?
I like making stuff. The point is that you do something where you can see something grow over time into something more than just the sum of your effort. It can be anything.
I own a house, so most stuff I make are extensions or improvements on the house. Last year I build a chicken coupe. This year I remodelled the unused hallway.
If you don’t own a house you could try volunteering somewhere. I recently started volunteer work with the theatre group my daughter is a member of.
Or maybe gardening, rent a plot at a community garden.
Even working out at the gym can have the same effect.
This is how I like to think about it. There’s so many cool things I haven’t gotten to experience, both natural and man-made. Giving up would mean I never get to see them and appreciate them.
