I think the solution is probably inertia. You have to somehow enjoy the fight itself, and more generally enjoy your life, just the experience and process of being alive. You have to fight because it's what you want to do, not because you will never be happy until the fight succeeds. You just gotta wake up, make your breakfast, look out your window at the sky and the trees, and breathe in that you exist. I think somehow we need to find freedom in each moment: your body is still your own, your mind is still your own, your senses are still your own, etc.
Also, to some extent, I think we have to accept what is going to happen. People are going to die, and ecosystems are going to collapse. There's no getting through this unscathed. I don't mean resign ourselves to it, but accept some loss of control. When you're caught in a river, the best you can do is swim toward shore and hope you get there before the water carries you too far downstream.
I'm struggling with it rn. I'm just tired.
I think the solution is probably inertia. You have to somehow enjoy the fight itself, and more generally enjoy your life, just the experience and process of being alive. You have to fight because it's what you want to do, not because you will never be happy until the fight succeeds. You just gotta wake up, make your breakfast, look out your window at the sky and the trees, and breathe in that you exist. I think somehow we need to find freedom in each moment: your body is still your own, your mind is still your own, your senses are still your own, etc.
Also, to some extent, I think we have to accept what is going to happen. People are going to die, and ecosystems are going to collapse. There's no getting through this unscathed. I don't mean resign ourselves to it, but accept some loss of control. When you're caught in a river, the best you can do is swim toward shore and hope you get there before the water carries you too far downstream.