Maybe we’re all struggling at our jobs and in our relationships because we let consumerism dictate the way we approach life.
That boredom at work that leads to possible-futures speculation? That inability to give one person all our love?
Both assume that what we’ve got is unchanging, that a better model exists, that the world is run by things, not processes. By conditions, not our approach.
Is life only about the obituary? Does joy come from optimizing external conditions or channeling internal passion?
We search for prefabricated solutions instead of acting like handimen: mending and improving upon what we’ve got.