The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
I remember when I used to religiously log into Twitter to have a good laugh, then carry on with my day. Nowadays it’s 10/10 depressing tweets about how we’re getting screwed over. EVERY DAY. 😭😭😭😭
“People get used to anything. The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is the normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave.” -Assata Shakur
My highly unscientific ranking of outdoor hobbies in Kenya by expensiveness:
Motor sports: sell assets
Golf: maintain lifestyle
Cycling: buy carbon fiber to suffer faster
Rock climbing: buy gear to fight gravity
Camping: pay to sleep outside
Running: starts free, ends in Garmins
Hiking: surprisingly accessible
Walking: Free
Debate respectfully