I always thought there was something more to life and something I am missing.
But no, its really just the same no matter where you end up. The only thing that changes is climate and the people that surround you may have a few different views on life depending on culture.
I experienced it. And in this day and age things just seem to be even more alike than a few decades back. I can move from Germany to England, USA, Singapore you Name it and I will end up doing my routine (breakfast, gym, work, eat, …) in that location.
It sounds like my life is boring but its not. Its as exciting as the life of Billion other people. Its basic, nothing special and not boring.
I am by no means suicidal but if I had the choice to be Born again I’d decline and just rather rest. If everything goes well I have another 60 years on this Planet and I am grateful for each day to be here but 80 years is enough for me. I wouldnt want to live another 200 years
I suppose this notion awakens suspicions of depression in people who find the text relatable? Hence the comments referencing depression.
Life does not need to be miraculous, special, or paradise-like. Have we taken humanity for granted so much, that we can’t find enthralment in the small things? Having a coffee in the morning, going to the gym in the evening. Maybe some of us could benefit from romanticisation, if it means stopping trying to achieve something special; life is special as it is, you don’t have to consciously do something to reach its peak.
I don’t know. I ramble. I guess, my point is, you don’t have to look closely into things in order to find something whimsical about life. Life is simple at its core; maybe it’s each of our individuality that makes it so fascinating.