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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 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.
Pure stubborness and a fear of death.
Best motivation.
Basically nothing. But like I’m gonna die eventually, why try to rush to the finish line?
But what is the point of living a slow life, if it means you’ll die and it’ll all amount to nothing anyways?
What’s the point of life at all? Its been slow the first 25 years, the rest being slow doesn’t bother me much anymore. I’m tired, but I’m too lazy to go out quick.
There is no point to life. It’s not an fps adventure game, it’s a sandbox.
My wife. I love spending time with her. She’s my whole world.
My continued existence pisses off fascists.
I’m vegan, non-binary (with dyed hair), car-free, a member of a linguistic minority, poor, and many other things that make conservatives think the world would be better off without me. I strive to survive mostly to spite these fuckers.
If it helps, I’d quite likely be your friend if we knew eachother.
You’re beautiful! You have every right to be here! Show those fascists indifference and live your life to the fullest!
Coffee and cigarettes 😁
Scotch and chocolate.
Business idea: scotcholate
I remember little chocolate bottles with alcohol in them, they were great
Adenosine triphosphate
Legs.
Surprise. Fear and surprise. And ruthless efficiency.
And an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope!
I wasn’t expecting the Spanish Inquisition!
I was.
Nicotine and spite.
Caffeine and anger.
If nothing else, my family. I don’t have a good sense of the future or life goals, so I keep myself moving by setting small goals. Plans to bake something, working on a painting, just little things around the home.
Nicotine, pain killers, a laughable disability payment…
…and a furious, blinding rage at the inequity of modern terminal stage capitalism that has doomed our planet to ecocide and most of its inhabitants into petty, self-centered, egotistical and ignorant caricatures of human beings…
…which has mostly congealed and calcified into some kind of mixture of contempt and spite that is either the basis of, or what I can erroneously yet convincingly present to myself and others as the basis of my identity, self-worth and sense of humor, concluding that merely surviving as long as I can, and pursuing that which I enjoy which requires next to 0 monetary expenditure, is the meek and feeble yet largest middle finger I can personally raise toward all who pursue wealth accumulation, or enable those who do.
Two types of insulin and a bunch of related medical supplies that are delivered in a shit ton of plastic waste
Caffeine these days.
Coffee. Scary amounts of it.
