We all want to be happy. We all want to enjoy our time. But neither are goals to work towards, but rather an outcome of something else. And most of the time, that something else, is not easy. Enjoyment can be a reward from doing work, but happiness requires doing nothing and being everything.
I am depressed. I guess. What it means to be depressed, is that you are not in control of yourself. All you want, all you need, is someone to help. But no one can. Because no one can understand. Or, that’s what it feels like.
Concept of truth is a fascinating subject. Is there some ultimate truth to everything? Or is the whole world subjective without objective truths? Context is everything. If me and you were to argue about a table, first we’d need to agree what that means to each of us.
