Work
The problem began to set in when I was on my way home. My satisfaction was slowly replaced by a sense of pointlessness. So what if I had a good day, what meaning did any of it have? Is this the point of my job? Of my career? My working week should be devoted to doing this for another 30 years? Good grief!
Look, I understand that I have let society convince me that I am supposed to find some sort of meaning from my occupation and that underlies my dis-ease. But what am I actually supposed to do about it? How does one build a personal sub-culture that reject the fallacies of the larger culture that subsumes it? And why do I feel I need to ask another question here?