It's the end of the world. So live...

I think I've discovered the root of my unhappiness.

I've been convinced for almost twenty years that the world was going to end. Not on some biblical sense. I just figured that the old political systems would fall apart, man would be cruel unto man. The bombs would drop. All the current trappings of the world- a house, a spouse, children, a desired career - would be meaningless.

And I'd been living as if the world was already dead. Why hustle for any of those symbols when the whole system's hollow and broken. But, since I've been hard wired to want success, love, praise, acceptance, not having them affected me on some fundamental level.

Is the world as we know it, as we've fetishized it, over? Without a doubt. But not even trying to offer oneself the love and care one needs will just make you miserable. Love, dammit. Make music and play.