After work, I spend my time reading books, watching movies or dramas, and sometimes playing games. I’ve already read 45 books so far this year.
Yet, I’m not sure if I’m truly enjoying it. While I do find pleasure in these activities, I also feel like I’m merely passing the time. This leaves me feeling a bit confused.
Ultimately, this comes down to how I feel about my life. If I felt I were truly living, I wouldn’t have these doubts.
If every day were a matter of survival—if life felt more visceral—there would be no room to wonder if I’m really living. I would know for sure that I wasn’t just wasting time.
Since I cannot escape this feeling, I need to find a better way to handle it. Even if I were to become a billionaire by some chance, I believe nothing would change. This is an inescapable part of the human condition.