It’s Very Unlikely Anyone Will Read This in 200 Years
» gawker.com — originally shared here on
There is no reassurance and no final verdict. There might be a next life, there might be a remade world in which none of this matters, but it is also quite possible that such places will have no need for art or philosophy, though I do find it hard to imagine a fleshly paradise without dancing. For us, right here, there’s only the work and the living, and making space for it, or not.
A real bummer for you this evening, and for that, I apologize.
I think a big part of growing up and dealing with anxiety and depression is figuring out how to deal with these simple, indifferent truths.
And I guess this evening, it’s hitting me a little harder than I’d like to admit to you, dear anonymous reader.
But I guess in some ways, it makes me happy to know I’ve made a few people’s lives a little less stressful this week through my work, and I’m planning on spending my next few days (through this 18” snow storm we’re expected to have) with my wife and kids, which also makes me a little more happy too.