Now, before I begin, I'm not implying that there isn't a point. In fact, I'm sure there is a point, and that's what I'm trying to ascertain; because I find that if something seems pointless, I'm probably just missing the point.
But really, what's the point? Work to make money to pay bills that allow you to survive so you can go to work and make money to pay bills that allow you to survive so you can go to work and make money to pay bills that allow you to survive so you can go to work and...
And so on, until retirement or death. What is the point? It's like a dog chasing his own tail. It's so incredibly circular, and the only variance is an unexpected bill that makes things more difficult.
Yes, I get a warm bed, a roof over my head, and a full stomach, but wow is that unsatisfying if that's what I get in exchange for my life. I get to exist, yay.
It has nothing to do with my job. I like my job. It's tiring and stressful, but it's mentally engaging, I'm well-loved, I get rockstar treatment, I'm good at it, and I like my various bosses. Additionally, the sky's the limit as far as potential advancement. Best job I've ever had, in fact. So it's not the job.
It all just seems so futile. LucyPurrs pointed out to me that I should learn to play, because all work and no play makes Gritches a dull boy. This is something I've struggled with ever since getting sober; how the hell do sober people have fun? What am I supposed to do, build a freaking ship in a bottle?
I get done with work and I'm too tired to do anything anyway. I'm asleep by 8pm just so I can wake up at 5 to go to work again. Then the weekends are just recovery from the week, but that's yet another thread that's been done already.
Things have never been better for me, but it all just feels so pointless. This is it? This is life? So many people do exactly what I'm doing, so there must be some bigger point or purpose that I'm missing out on, but what is it? What makes this all worth it?
But really, what's the point? Work to make money to pay bills that allow you to survive so you can go to work and make money to pay bills that allow you to survive so you can go to work and make money to pay bills that allow you to survive so you can go to work and...
And so on, until retirement or death. What is the point? It's like a dog chasing his own tail. It's so incredibly circular, and the only variance is an unexpected bill that makes things more difficult.
Yes, I get a warm bed, a roof over my head, and a full stomach, but wow is that unsatisfying if that's what I get in exchange for my life. I get to exist, yay.
It has nothing to do with my job. I like my job. It's tiring and stressful, but it's mentally engaging, I'm well-loved, I get rockstar treatment, I'm good at it, and I like my various bosses. Additionally, the sky's the limit as far as potential advancement. Best job I've ever had, in fact. So it's not the job.
It all just seems so futile. LucyPurrs pointed out to me that I should learn to play, because all work and no play makes Gritches a dull boy. This is something I've struggled with ever since getting sober; how the hell do sober people have fun? What am I supposed to do, build a freaking ship in a bottle?
I get done with work and I'm too tired to do anything anyway. I'm asleep by 8pm just so I can wake up at 5 to go to work again. Then the weekends are just recovery from the week, but that's yet another thread that's been done already.
Things have never been better for me, but it all just feels so pointless. This is it? This is life? So many people do exactly what I'm doing, so there must be some bigger point or purpose that I'm missing out on, but what is it? What makes this all worth it?