Today, I meant to continue my horrendous behavior of staring at screens and overproducing until it was time for me to collapse asleep. I am not doing that because it was neither producing good work, and made me resent this practice, which has kept me sane for decades. Traveling by public transit to an isolated spot and seeing an older community reminded me about why I write about my topics. Without such kinds of excursions, I get stressed and unpleasant, which was beginning to become a pattern.
Such is the case with a lot of work that is being produced today. People are forcing themselves to do too many things they neither like nor are helpful, and their real personalities and self-development are languishing. We need to ask ourselves why this is a sign of a wealthy nation, and then we need to start questioning why we let privileged morons tell us that enough is never enough. There is little point to living without being able to improve because one is exhausted.
Chasing A Dying Empire 