pop culture makes us believe we're supposed t check off all of the bullet points for an amazing life before we're 30 and when people dont fit that description they get depressed because they dont measure up to the expectations society places on them.
Most of us either went to college to earn degrees with little to no ROI, dropped out because we lost interest and got privy to the games these indoctrination diploma mills play , OR skipped college altogether only to arrrive at the same point in life (generally speaking). Varying degress of effort towards accomplishing the american dream for the same result.
That's where I think the depression comes in; Humans have far more access and a better glimpse into each other's lives than ever and can immediately see how unfair the game of life is. The guy with a master's degree making 55k after 5 years of experience in his field can see a highschool drop out who didnt get his life on the right track until much later in life and eclipse his salary doing something like being a train conductor. The train conductor will see someone who is debt free, travels all the time and is balling on comparatively lower income and be envious of them because they have all the free time to travel. The nikka slinging boxes in a hot ass UPS truck for shyt pay, during peak season, day dreams about having any one of these 3 gigs, Just so he doesnt have to beat his body up anymore. what they all have in common is that theyre not living the life theyr desire regadless of income etc. This is why its so critical to figure out whats important to you.
we spend the better part of our 20's hoping to find our "passion" and we eventually become weary and hopeless going down the path of bouncing from one socially accepted path to another hoping to fill some void in our spirits. People fall into the trap of thinking "passion" is this one particular thing a person was born to due with autistic proficiency and make a get rich doing so. It's unrealistic and unnecessary.
At the end of the day, we all have the SAME fukking passion; to live our life on our own terms with most or complete autonomy and make a decent living doing something that feels like you're not at work, Doesnt have to be one particular thing, doesnt even have to be long-term commitment. It's the contentment, The luxury of time or the the feeling of freedom you're chasing, not the act of basket weaving, not your liberal arts degree, and starting a taco truck business or becoming a powerlifter. It's whatever gives you that "feeling of freedom" for the moment, and having the discernment to know when to move onto something else once your "sense of freedom" or "passion" fades or at very least cycle back around t it in the future once you've experienced other shyt if need be.
nothing's good forever and nothing's bad forever. Whatever changes are on the horizon, embrace it and make it your bytch, When you've mastered the fine art of surfing between chaos and order, uncertainty and security; being able to adapt on a dime and slip all the bullshyt life throws at you. Then you have achieved nirvana, complete serenity. unphased by good or bad because you can balance the scale's and re calibrate your mind to help your get out of a bind or ascend higher than your already are.
I'm aware my rantings are bordering on scatter-brained and only slightly relevant to the premise, and if I dont stop while im ahead, This shyt will probably devolve into a bunch of taoist lsd-fueled ranting,
Sometimes I articulate with the accuracy of a sniper, and other times im like the drunk dude whose stream of piss splits off into 3 streams and goes everywhere but inside the toilet.
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