Acknowledging the enormous spectrum of emotion faced during existence connects us to our fellow sapiens. Joviality to sorrow, excitement to boredom, relaxation to arousal, these sensations signify we are living and unite us with others through shared experience.
The greats remain alive in their work and allow the trivialities of modern life to be seen naked. If one spends less time compulsively scanning a screen and more developing reading as a skill the heat of intellect will grant warmth in a world gone cold.
In Pagan societies mysticism was imbedded in the understanding of life’s operations, like a lightning bolt from a contemptuous Zeus or a calm sea indicating Poseidon’s sacrificial contentment, engendering devout reverence to nature as an extension of the gods. The adherence to nature as a deity is a far cry from our current civilizational creed of use and abuse, continuing to double down on the lubeless degradation of a bleeding planet.
Instead of buying into this banal version of an adult, perhaps the most mature among us are those who act immature when applicable and become astute when required. A human functioning this way exhibits unison between the inner-child and the adult self, the union reflected in a gregarious and capable disposition.
There is no shame in people who work to survive or who find joy and satisfaction in their occupation, however if they are exchanging most of their life in the pursuit of material are they really living purposefully? On their deathbed will they be happy surrounded by all the stuff they’ve traded their most valuable asset for?