Originally Posted by skizziks

Sitting around the park watching humans doing their thing, it occured to me:

If I work super hard and amass a huge fortune and a hot ass wife who is a gladiator in bed and a bunch of friends who will all willingly die for me, I die in the end.

If I sit around doing nothing and no one knows I exist, I die in the end.

Once we have achieved the first few rungs of Maslow´s hierarcy of needs, food, shelter, maybe security, the rest is just futile actions to keep up busy while we wait to die.

Yeah, a big house and lots of things might, maybe, make you a bit more comfortable as you spend your years in the prison of the meat sack, but it really amounts to nothing.

I´m currently in Palenque, Mexico, a poor small border town. Every night in the town square, there is a band that plays happy music, and people sit around, dance, pretty much just "be." During the day, there are people sitting around, doing nothing, just "being." I can assume they are not starving, but they also aren´t really doing anything, and they are smiling, and appear happy.

Living out of a backpack, I have nothing, yet I´m comfortable, not suffering, and overall not bad off.

I have worked for 20 years, amassed enough cash to live modestly in a "poor" country. I cant see any reason to do anything else but drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, sit around, and wait patiently to die.