What is the point of life? We've sanitised too much of the survival instinct and behaviour with modern convenience for us to need much purpose. We don't need to hunt for food, just work to buy it. Entertainment is at our fingertips. Medicine from our doctors and pharmacies.
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the convenience of things. But why are we so bored?
There's a perspective in sociology called Functionalism, where they see each part of society as a cog in a machine which keeps working as every part has a function and works. It's slightly less depressing than Marxism (where the rich are keeping us down) but still a bit of a thinker. Am I here just to be that worker in society who has a job and therefore pays tax and keeps her own self afloat and helps keep the crime rate low and literacy rate high?
What happens when we start to get sick of our 'place'? Why should I work? Why should anyone who doesn't want to have to? Isn't life too short? Are we being kept in place by force by some upper force keeping our wages low enough to ensure our dependency on jobs as they revel in wealth and satisfaction? (the Marxism creeps back in...)
Perhaps the only way to appreciate anything in life is to know the difference it makes. Case study: recently our bathroom light broke. As we rent, it is the landlord's duty to come and repair it.
However the agency/ landlord took their time and we had darkness in the bathroom for about 5 weeks in total:
After it was fixed we greatly appreciated having that light back. But in the grand scheme of things happiness is not a bathroom light.
So I pose this question to you: What brings happiness? Not the brief gladness feeling you get from ducklings etc, but contentment. Or, is it even possible to have such thing as long-term contentment?
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