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Not that I'm saying anything new, but this disruption to our daily grind by the pandemic has shown a lot of us the futility of 99% of what we do each day. Social media. All the things we distract ourselves with. They're just to keep us from thinking about the pointlessness.
Some level of existential despair has probably become a part of all our daily routines at this point, and look, I don't know shit about shit, but I've found that accepting the emptiness of things and creating my own meaning helps me a great deal.
There's no inherent value in almost anything that we do, so I find that in accepting that and then prescribing my own meaning to the things that are important to me, it's been a lot easier to deal with the virus having thrown this reality in our faces almost constantly this year.
Being kind, supporting a noble cause, self-improvement, burying yourself in your work, helping friends and family, building a fucking shed, saving a puppy, whatever it is. We're all going to find value in different things for different reasons.
But for me at least, when faced with the existential dread that has crept into all our lives lately, accepting that meaninglessness and then creating my own value in the things I have decided are important has helped me a great deal.
I'm not in any way talking about depression/any kind of clinical needs whatsoever, that is completely different. I would never tell someone who is depressed to just have a different outlook. That's not how that works. This was a purely philosophical rant.
Anyway, back to being a clown for your amusement. WOCKA WOCKA!
