I might have no clue. Because every time I think I do, I really don't.
The wisdom gathered from life experiences seems to be wearing off as quickly as years keep piling up behind me.
What used to be important to me is not any more. Really, it's fading. Not much matters anymore. Importance disappears as fast as years keep piling up after me.
The typical novelty cycle looks like this: new thing may lead to chaos and mayhem, which leads to indignation and maybe some outspoken opinion, which leads to adaptation and innovation, which all get buried, eventually.
Go through enough of these cycles and watch yourself not caring anymore. As new cycles will keep happening without you, because enough life experience will limit your exposure to risk. Until some shit happens to you, personally. How exciting.
So it feels like I'm genetically programmed to survive. I have great surviving skills. So much that I keep being stuck in some surviving posture even when circumstances are favourable to me. That's a problem. I'm not the only one afflicted by such tendencies.
The thing is, we in the developed world live through some never lived before times. Never before have we been so comfortbly indifferent in our life. We do indignation and opinion for sport. Just because we're bored to death. For no real reason. That's another problem.
But not for me. I'm deaf to other's indignation and opinion. Most of the time.
My life story: in the beginning, I cared as you didn't. Until I cared less. Now, I don't care that you do. And there's nothing I can do about it. Because I know your momentary indignation means nothing in the grand scheme of life. Because life happens anyway.
I'd love to shake that up. I'd love to really care again. As I'd love you cared a bit less. So we could meet somewhere. Maybe we need a front end for that.