I keep thinking about this line in a book about how birches and fir trees cooperate with each other, making both more lasting than if they lived in monoculture forests. So here, my thoughts turned to our society in general, applying it to the fact that most of us feel tired, alienated, and alone. Yet, “we” value individuality and admire those who have made it on their own, viewing them as superhumans and portraying them in our media. And there, my mind jumped into writing. It is a lonesome game we play. What is our fungal network that connects individual authors to each other to share sustenance? We have social media platforms, but they feel swamped and self-serving too often. Then there are the discord servers and forums, and to be honest, I find it hard to keep up with them, and all they do is tire me. I listened to a psychologist today discussing tiredness being an emotion. The one telling us about our minds predicting the yields compared to the work we have to put into things. So my mind is trying to tell me something? Something which all of us recognize, and that is mental exhaustion. Often it seems like our world is too much. There are too many things expected of us, too much to live up to, and no soul around in the things we do. So what is the sustenance that keeps us alive?
Sorry, this is just a rambling of thoughts I’m going through today without a solution. I leave it here.
See you around!