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Living Is The Hardest Thing You’ll Ever Do — An Anti-Motivational Speech
On the absurdity of life.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
— Albert Camus.
I used to have this little fantasy.
I’d go to a bookstore and order an espresso. I’d browse around the displays and imagine my book up at the front, plastered in blurbs.
It’s been a good ten years since I used to do that. These days, I’m lucky if I can even find a bookstore. Most of them are closed. My town has one left, and I can’t exactly hang out there right now.
Some dreams have to evolve.
Others have to die.
It’s okay.
We fight like hell for the basics.
Yesterday I read another article about happiness. This one said most people don’t want to be rich and famous. We can all be just as happy as billionaires as long as we can attain the basic necessities.
Food. Clothing. Shelter.
Well, yeah.
You know that. I know that. Everyone knows that. So you have to wonder why we have to fight like hell for these basics. You have to wonder why we make shelter so godawful expensive.
