This is portrayed as a bad thing because nothing was accomplished, but the wonderful thing about being an adult is that you get to define for yourself what you constitutes “accomplishment”. If you want to do nothing in life, and you’re not hurting anyone else in doing so, you get to do nothing and thats just fine! The “nothing” is the accomplishment itself. Thats not a tragedy, thats something to celebrate.
and you’re not hurting anyone else in doing so
Evaluating this condition across all levels of your community is almost impossible, from the individual level up to a global level. It can also be evaluated across time. The total sum effects of actions (and inactions) are incalculable.
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
and you’re not hurting anyone else in doing so
Evaluating this condition across all levels of your community is almost impossible, from the individual level up to a global level. It can also be evaluated across time. The total sum effects of actions (and inactions) are incalculable.
Of course, even if it was calculable its not objective because “hurting or harm” is are subjective terms. I wasn’t trying to start a treatise on the validity of Kantianism vs Bentham utilitarianism.
The best we can do as adults is adopt a philosophy of “least harm” which is subjective to the actor, and then act in accordance with that philosophy. We alter our philosophies based upon experience and additional information. The additive nature could mean on our deathbed we discover we were the hero, the villain, or a pure non-entitity. Welcome to the ambiguity of adulthood. Do your best, however you define that.
That’s what the Good Place touched on, but wasn’t confident enough to say outright without being cancelled: There is no ethical existence under capitalism. But we can all live as ethically as we can in our own lives. Focus on the lives you can directly impact, and don’t turn a blind eye to the indirect suffering of others even if there’s nothing you can realistically do about it.
Yesterday I couldn’t find my work belt and was late to work, and had to wear my leather belt to work. Luckily it all worked out for that day.
But I was really looking forward to coming home, and not doing shit!
So tonight, I’m going to get off work, come home, and sit in my recliner. I’m going to watch tv. I’m not even going to play video games, because thats too much effort. I’m going to just be a big squishy lump.
And I’ll probably live to be 100, because I didn’t die in a skydiving accident, I didn’t get attacked by a bull in the running of the bulls, I didn’t drown trying to swim with the sharks.
Nope! Fuck all that. Recliner, beer, and watching @Midnight followed by some youtube, maybe a dvd.
Some people really love their solitude. I like living with another person a lot, but I’m under no illusion that this makes my life why more meaningful (to anyone but me).
Just sitting and thinking can be a very fulfilling experience. People do that far too little these days. Doing nothing regularily and let your mind wander is important for your mental health.
Sounds like a good life tbh
A life well lived
