How can anyone take a good hard look at the world around them and still manage to be genuinely happy a significant portion of the time? Do they just live in some sort of delusion? Do they just not care about the world? Do they willfully choose to ignore the fact that they are, at the end of the day, useless insignificant apes whose lives will literally amount to next to nothing?
Do people not see that their lives are painfully short? That they will one day wake up old, grey, wrinkled, achey, unappreciated...and only if they are one of the lucky ones? How do people find happiness from things that are so insignificant? Career, money, hobbies, clothes, gadgets, cars...etc etc? Sure, those are things that I myself have/want, so perhaps I'm being a little hypocritical, but I only want/have them because I need them..If I was born naked on an island, I'd have no use for them..
If I were born all alone on a island, I have no idea what I would do all day. Do you? Does anyone? How does this not anger you? Sadden you?
How does everyone wake up every morning and decide to go through yet another useless day taking a further step towards something that if they really wanted they could achieve at any time?
Of what significance is anything if any significance you give it is ultimately arbitrary?
And why in the hell are people content with not knowing the answers to these questions?