So I stumbled on this video of a 45-year-old depressed man who was lamenting the desperation of life.
to quote him:
In this video, I dive into the quiet desperation that has crept into my life. As a 44-year-old man, my days have become a blur of routine and repetition, each one blending into the next. From starting my day with tea and heading to work, to watching time pass and feeling my plans for the future slipping away, I find myself questioning if this is really living or just existing.
Listening to him, I thought, how much of despair is just about being trapped in a routine? But in reality, humans can't function long-term without some kind of structure, whether you are a farmer or a self-employed CEO. Maybe the issue is having no agency over your time and life because, when you have a family etc, you must go to work and tolerate whatever nonsense goes on in an office these days. Perhpas is the classic midlife crisis.
For me, personally, the kids and life, keep me too occupied to even reflect much on the abyss. I have a struct routine of the school run, the gym, work time, and whatever in the evening. In fact, I have the most strict structure I've ever had. The worst part is the fucking 6am stress of getting everyone up and out the door in 20 minutes, I absolutely despise this part of life, it's unavoidable though (the kids get a 3 month school holiday here though, which is like a big holiday for me too).
A flatmate I used to live with once told me about some relationship she had with a guy and was like 'Every day was something new, it was magical.' And immediately my thought was, that's 100% not sustainable and if it was so magical, why did you split up?
So yeah, what do you guys think? I suspect that this despair creeps in when a person lacks a deeper purpose, or something they have a true connection with. Usually, when you have kids, they form this connection and higher purpose, although, I guess not always, as with this dude.
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