/lit/ - Literature

The only truth you should be concerned with is the following: For most of human history, we were hunter gatherers. We lived in the wild, we hunted, we foraged, we survived. For over 100,000 years we lived like this and spread across the globe. We were bred for that life, our bodies are tuned to it. And for millions of years before modern humans, the species we descended from lived in the wild too. But very recently, in only the past 10,000-15,000 years we discovered agriculture, civilisation, technology, society. We are adaptable, but not blank slates. We can only bend so much, and where we find ourselves now is far far too much.

We're not ready for this, we're not adapted to it, if we ever evolve to suit this new world it would take millions of years, and there's no guarantee we even will. Every issue in the world, every soul rendering pain, every question, everything that makes you toss and turn at night is a result of this incompatibility. Depression, listlessness, apathy, constant striving after arbitrary goals and dreams, obsession with success, never ending desire. It's all the same root cause.

Whether the strides we made were good or bad are irrelevant, what use is curing cancer when thousands of people kill themselves every day? We're simply not ready, and as long as we remain so life will torment you.

If someone says they hold answers, they're lying.

The only truth you should be concerned with is the following: For most of human history, we were hunter gatherers. We lived in the wild, we hunted, we foraged, we survived. For over 100,000 years we lived like this and spread across the globe. We were bred for that life, our bodies are tuned to it. And for millions of years before modern humans, the species we descended from lived in the wild too. But very recently, in only the past 10,000-15,000 years we discovered agriculture, civilisation, technology, society. We are adaptable, but not blank slates. We can only bend so much, and where we find ourselves now is far far too much.

We're not ready for this, we're not adapted to it, if we ever evolve to suit this new world it would take millions of years, and there's no guarantee we even will. Every issue in the world, every soul rendering pain, every question, everything that makes you toss and turn at night is a result of this incompatibility. Depression, listlessness, apathy, constant striving after arbitrary goals and dreams, obsession with success, never ending desire. It's all the same root cause.

Whether the strides we made were good or bad are irrelevant, what use is curing cancer when thousands of people kill themselves every day? We're simply not ready, and as long as we remain so life will torment you.

If someone says they hold answers, they're lying.

The only truth you should be concerned with is the following: For most of human history, we were hunter gatherers. We lived in the wild, we hunted, we foraged, we survived. For over 100,000 years we lived like this and spread across the globe. We were bred for that life, our bodies are tuned to it. And for millions of years before modern humans, the species we descended from lived in the wild too. But very recently, in only the past 10,000-15,000 years we discovered agriculture, civilisation, technology, society. We are adaptable, but not blank slates. We can only bend so much, and where we find ourselves now is far far too much.

We're not ready for this, we're not adapted to it, if we ever evolve to suit this new world it would take millions of years, and there's no guarantee we even will. Every issue in the world, every soul rendering pain, every question, everything that makes you toss and turn at night is a result of this incompatibility. Depression, listlessness, apathy, constant striving after arbitrary goals and dreams, obsession with success, never ending desire. It's all the same root cause.

Whether the strides we made were good or bad are irrelevant, what use is curing cancer when thousands of people kill themselves every day? We're simply not ready, and as long as we remain so life will torment you.