We all just exist. What people call living is really just surrounding yourself with adequate distraction from the horror and dread that our level of consciousness exposes us to.
Living is not existing with distractions. I can sit down doing nothing without any distractions and still have a great time. It was a difficult process to reach there, but well worth it.
That’s not the kind of distraction I mean. I meant more like… having kids to distract yourself from the fact that very soon, you will die, be forgotten, and it will be as if you never existed. Celebrating your promotion to distract yourself from the fact that your life’s work has no greater purpose than enriching yourself. Traveling, seeing the world to distract yourself from the fact that you know practically nothing of the nature of reality or why we exist. Hiking through the forest to distract from the fact that we continue to obliterate the environment. And so on.
I’d say that living is a satisfactory existence (I might even say a happy existence), independent of how oblivious someone is from such horrors
