Why I Am Dysfunctional Today: Enjoyment is certainly a wonderful thing, but life presents such a variety of things for a reason. By things, I mean experiences.
What value would life have if all we could pursue was our entertainments? Stories of all types are only entertaining, because in one way or another, the protagonist is NOT enjoying themselves. Stories where no character is challenged are meaningless, boring even. Consider learning. If all the information we are ever presented with is well explored, and so fully understood that everybody and their dog takes it for granted, then how much can personally learning it mean?
The bones, on which the pleasures of the flesh hang, are composed of stress and strengthened by struggle. The only way we could eliminate war (and the insane degree of suffering it brings) would involve seeing not to their needs and pleasures as much as it would require finding life affirmative channels for their drives. We don’t so much need satisfaction as we need outlets for our passions, venues for a more creative chaos.
That‘s my dysfunctional self. What’s yours??