existential rant nothing to see
I've been thinking lately a lot about life and attitude towards it.
In my defence, I've been watching series about grim reapers talking people out of suicide, and most recently I've started watching the last season of You. So some existentialism was bound to happen.
During the last couple of years, I've been generally following the thought "life is what you make of it. if you don't like it, you can change it." Granted, it implies a certain privilege and access to do so, but lucky for me - I have options.
This line of thinking has also led me to believe that other people who have at least my level of options, if they just whinge and whine about their life, but never do anything to change it, they must like it enough still. Or, whinging is their hobby and they need a constant stream of stuff to whine about. Not judging, I don't care enough.
Now, nobody's life is perfect. Not even the super rich, see Elon who's constantly throwing fits and is getting worked up by people disliking him. Anyway, back to the real world.
The idea of "everyone has a bad day from time to time" is also very close to my heart. Because we all do, even Furfur does. But I'm starting to think that having a bad day here and there is good for me. Those are the days when ideas regarding potential changes come about, or at least stem from.
But lately I've been having these nagging thoughts about how much of it is just in my head. I mean, of course all of it is in there. But what nags me is why.