I’ve always had quite a blasé attitude towards life. It wasn’t an enjoyment but rather an experience that had to be endured. In my mind, this life is all we get. It’s the only time we consciously exist. There is no before or after. So most of us just endure it.
Of course there is periods of enjoyment, personal utopia’s we experience for fractions of moments throughout our lives. Bliss. Short-lived contentment. Moments so perfect in their simplicity they can only be described as beautiful.
But, unfortunately these moments don’t last. The rest of life is hard, often harder for most than others, but that is not something worth comparing. Nobody lives a perfect life. Nobody lives a simple life.
Endurance is permanent, enjoyment is temporary. But we endure so we can enjoy.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot today and I’m beginning to wonder if we live this life in anticipation of these utopian moments, does that mean we are all actually enjoying life and not merely enduring it?