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Lucretius
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Are we just flies attracted to the scent of the flytrap?
To me, it seems that all vocations and careers are ultimately cages, they begin with temporary fulfilment and end in despair.
For example, the two marriages I’m familiar with most, my parents and grandparents, are both terrible. My grandparents (when my grandmother was still alive) never talked to each other, and my parents are heading in that direction. If all marriages end up in divorce or this way (see the statistics), then what is the point?
The celibate vocations seem like they end in the same way: friends die, or become intolerable, and certain situations makes close companionship with men too dangerous.
Maybe what I’m saying ultimately is that everything in human life reduces to suffering, after the illusions of joy fad. I can’t handle this scandal, I can’t deal with this burden, this realization that careers, families, orders, etc. are in the end doomed to dullness and despair. All my hopes and dreams have been crushed under this weight.
I’m so lost.
Christi pax,
Lucretius
To me, it seems that all vocations and careers are ultimately cages, they begin with temporary fulfilment and end in despair.
For example, the two marriages I’m familiar with most, my parents and grandparents, are both terrible. My grandparents (when my grandmother was still alive) never talked to each other, and my parents are heading in that direction. If all marriages end up in divorce or this way (see the statistics), then what is the point?
The celibate vocations seem like they end in the same way: friends die, or become intolerable, and certain situations makes close companionship with men too dangerous.
Maybe what I’m saying ultimately is that everything in human life reduces to suffering, after the illusions of joy fad. I can’t handle this scandal, I can’t deal with this burden, this realization that careers, families, orders, etc. are in the end doomed to dullness and despair. All my hopes and dreams have been crushed under this weight.
I’m so lost.
Christi pax,
Lucretius