by Kenneth Justice
~ Yesterday at coffee I ran into a friend I took a few college classes with back in the day,
“Kenneth, I’m thinking about changing my entire life. I left my husband, quit my job, and I’m thinking about moving down South” she said
In her mid-thirties, I’m not sure if she’s having a mid-life crisis or if simply grew to hate her life,
“I just woke up one day last year” she said, “and I realized that I absolutely hated my life. I go to work, come home and do chores, talked to my husband about stupid s**t, went to sleep and did it all over again. There hasn’t been anything in my life that is fulfilling or meaningful. It’s all just a revolving day of nothingness that doesn’t matter” she said
When I was in school years ago studying for my psychology degree I had to write a couple essays on the whole phenomena of the ‘mid-life crisis’, and what stood out to me is that researchers were finding it was happening to people at a much younger age than in decades past.
In Western Society we place a lot of emphasis on finding the right career or meaningful activities that give our life a greater sense of meaning and purpose, and while that might not be a bad thing; some of the countries that demonstrate the highest levels of happiness among the people are rather simple cultures.
It’s in quite a few third world countries where researchers have recorded the highest levels of happiness and contentment that people experience,
—) It’s in cultures where people aren’t rushing around from one activity to the next where they tend to be more at peace
—) It’s in cultures where people aren’t a slave to their day planner and calendar where they tend to have less anxiety and depression
—) It’s in cultures where they have less material goods that we find people more at peace with their lives
Western society has evolved into a beast of production; we work, we buy, we eat. We do it over and over again day after day, but to what point? Is it really worth it to own a bigger house or to go on more expensive vacations? What really matters in life? When you’re eighty five years old, what do you want your life to look like? When you’re a hundred and five years old and nearing your final breath, what do you want to look back at your life and be proud of?
My friend from school is questioning everything in life, “I’m going to live down South for a year or so and if I don’t find any answers there I think I’ll move on to the next place” she said
Just a few thoughts as I sipped my coffee this morning,
Categories: Culture & Society