Okay, I like to be completely cryptic, but just for you, here's a secret clue as to why you're "unhappy" all the time and feel "anxious" and "unfulfilled:" you all drive around too much. Cars are the devil. They're noxious, dangerous, inefficient death cages on wheels. I watch a lot of traffic, being primarily a pedestrian and mass transit consumer, and at any given time about seventy percent of you look like you're about to pop something important towards the front of your skull.
I reiterate: It's very difficult to shut up and breathe. And I tell you truthfully, at the root of all our driving and the million complicated jobs we drive to and the six to eight hours sitting stunned and complacently being harped at to buy products, all the rushing around crazy, get to the doctor at three to try to outwit mortality for another year, or head to the local den of sin to knock a couple of years off our life expectancy, all of it, ALL OF IT is caused by our inability to shut up and breathe. We constantly swarm, trying to shake off a feeling of suffocation.
The fact that the ultimate symbol of useless frenetic movement, driving, is an activity that simultaneously forces us into an attitude of extreme passivity at the very moment when it is about to take our lives, while poisoning the very air we so often forget to breathe appropriately, is one I'm still trying to figure out. I can't say whether that's irony or merely overkill.
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