What does "endure until the end" even mean? It’s like saying someone will stay angry for their entire life. The whole thing is bursting at the seams; there's nothing good about it.
How are you going to be unsatisfied? Heh, or maybe this: once you accept that you'll be dissatisfied all the time, there's your twist. You basically fuck up your own theory. Acceptance brings peace. You think you've accepted dissatisfaction, but deep down, you just process it as accepting the cause...
Otherwise, a subtle dose of dissatisfaction is fine because it keeps you moving. Or maybe there's a better way to put it, I don't know.
Regarding the roof.
The criteria for what's unsolvable vary from person to person. Some things might just be impossible. But then they fall into that category where there's no point in suffering over a fact you can't change. We just go in circles.
I think the only thing that matters is how you feel in the end. Are you at peace with yourself or not? If you are, call it acceptance of whatever—it doesn't matter.
If you aren't... well, you aren't. Work on being. You have plenty of downtime to deal with dissatisfaction, frustrations, and all that other bullshit. No worries.
lonegardener said:But there is a third option—just see it through to the end. 🙂
Fair point. I haven't quite mastered that yet. But I think I'll have to.
Okay, fine. But do you know anyone dealing with serious depression just because their roof leaks?
Actually, someone could be depressed over a leaky roof—say, if they can't afford the repairs and have begged everyone for help only to be ignored.
As for what constitutes "real" suffering, I don't think I agree with you, or Teresa (or even Jung). If a young girl is miserable because she's five pounds overweight, that's a very real struggle—it's just not caused by those five pounds. It's caused by something much deeper: the realization that she isn't attractive enough, or at least not as attractive as she wants to be. That almost never stems from the weight itself, but from factors she can't fix simply by starving herself. Now, that's an unsolvable problem...
.. for too early in the morning, if you actually went to sleep.
Obviously, it's not about the five pounds. You see it isn't unsolvable. You're halfway there. Once the real reasons for her self-loathing hit home, she won't be starving herself anymore. And it wasn't some minor struggle; it was the real deal, deep-seated, none of that immature kid stuff.
I actually went out, but not to sleep.
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lonegardener said:Man. Sometimes I honestly feel like sitting down with a therapist just out of pure curiosity. But then again, I’d much rather just pay for a drink instead. $100 I’d rather talk to a panhandler on the street than a private shrink; social services would probably just blow me off at the first opportunity anyway. Besides, I actually met the therapist my sister was seeing. I met him because the guy somehow managed to fall for her. His marriage was a total wreck, and for a while, he even seemed to hope something could happen between them, despite all the ethical red flags. What a loser. Not as a person—because, let's be honest, I'm no better than anyone else here, so if you're reading this, don't get the wrong idea—but as a professional. After just seven sentences, it was obvious we were struggling with the exact same issues, except he’s the one "helping" people. Give me a break. Would you buy an elixir for eternal youth and beauty from some old, haggard woman? How is someone supposed to help me when they don't even believe in the soul themselves? It just doesn't add up.
So what's really bothering you? You also "took the opportunity," knelt down where you shouldn't have 😁
