Repeating Work and Fun = Numbness and Anhedonia?
I live by the ideas of 'doing what one has to do' and 'doing what brings one happiness', portrayed by three examples of pleasure/free time/holidays (hanging out with Krystal, buying exotic spice mixes like suya and playing music from places like Nigeria to feel culturally rich), and, what applies to most of us, the average weekly routine of a modern day human (well, as portrayed by a Heiho/Shy Guy, but whatevs).
But... Does doing the same things that bring happiness, satisfaction and feeling of fulfilment throughout one's life eventually lead to feelings of numbness, pleasure-desensitisation, slowly rising anhedonia, taking those said things for granted and worse still... Depression?
This is deep... I mean, when I think about carry on living the dream live I want to, whether in my real life, my dreams or even in heaven, will it become as faintly coloured and numb as that? You know, like how Squidward fitted into that new society of his kind and kept doing his favourite things in Tentacle Acres in that classic SpongeBob episode?
What if living a happy life slowly and eventually leads to a meaningless life?
What if not living that happy life means being fucked?
What if it doesn't matter, because reality is just an illusion?
What if it's because there is actually more than just one reality?
What if...
Even worse.
What if the whole universe suddenly and unknowingly ceases to exist, like the dinosaurs and most ancient cultures in the world of Earth, and... Krystal's world of origin, Cerinia. T_T
But I surely know this:
You can't go to the afterlife and come back to the living world to give people the idea whether it is or not that life in the afterlife is as basic, simple and normal as the perfect world portrayed in 1950s and 1960s children's bedtime animations like Camberwick Green, and, as mentioned earlier, life in Tentacle Acres for Squidward. Once you're in the afterlife, you cannot go back to the living life... And eventually, all those who love and keep you close will join you.
It's extremely deep... Deeper than any human comprehension ever, and I'm sure a certain two-hearted immortal Gallifreyan acknowledges this.
- Jamie
But... Does doing the same things that bring happiness, satisfaction and feeling of fulfilment throughout one's life eventually lead to feelings of numbness, pleasure-desensitisation, slowly rising anhedonia, taking those said things for granted and worse still... Depression?
This is deep... I mean, when I think about carry on living the dream live I want to, whether in my real life, my dreams or even in heaven, will it become as faintly coloured and numb as that? You know, like how Squidward fitted into that new society of his kind and kept doing his favourite things in Tentacle Acres in that classic SpongeBob episode?
What if living a happy life slowly and eventually leads to a meaningless life?
What if not living that happy life means being fucked?
What if it doesn't matter, because reality is just an illusion?
What if it's because there is actually more than just one reality?
What if...
Even worse.
What if the whole universe suddenly and unknowingly ceases to exist, like the dinosaurs and most ancient cultures in the world of Earth, and... Krystal's world of origin, Cerinia. T_T
But I surely know this:
You can't go to the afterlife and come back to the living world to give people the idea whether it is or not that life in the afterlife is as basic, simple and normal as the perfect world portrayed in 1950s and 1960s children's bedtime animations like Camberwick Green, and, as mentioned earlier, life in Tentacle Acres for Squidward. Once you're in the afterlife, you cannot go back to the living life... And eventually, all those who love and keep you close will join you.
It's extremely deep... Deeper than any human comprehension ever, and I'm sure a certain two-hearted immortal Gallifreyan acknowledges this.
- Jamie
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