You know that ditty 'bout Jack and Diane? The one that says life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone?

That's the line that goes endlessly through my head when I'm feeling the meaninglessness of it all. Honestly, I'm not convinced there's some revelation about the meaning of life that causes a good mood--I think it's the good mood that allows the revelation to reveal itself.

Which, in a way, is horrendously depressing--but in another way it simplifies things. It's hard to come up with a purpose to life ex nihilo. It's easier to do the **** you know you're supposed to do to elevate your mood--get some sunshine. Eat some vegetables. Engage in a hobby. Shower daily. Lather, rinse, repeat. Viola--Meaning.

Finding life worth living is not always about some higher ideal. Sometimes it's just about the exquisite pleasure of sticking your arm out of a moving vehicle and doing that airplane thing with your hand.

PS: employment is really important to my mental health. I agree it might be nice to look for something to do out of the house--volunteering or part-time work.