Aperson can wake up one morning and just feel sick and tired of it all. Suddenly life seems like a wearisome pointless burden.
This feeling of alienation may come all at once or it may creep into the heart slowly over a period of time. It happens even to successful people perhaps to them in particular — people who seem to lack none of life’s gifts people who live in penthouses with shiny new cars parked out in front. People who are busy enjoying the convenience of the latest gadgets while still savoring the experiences of their recent amazing exotic vacation. It might happen to a person of high social status who holds a position of power and enjoys successful business enterprises jolly parties and carefree Friday nights playing cards with his cronies. But none of these luxuries and accomplishments can form a wall strong enough to hold back that gnawing feeling that moment of dissatisfaction sometimes faint and fleeting sometimes sharp and lasting — that discontent that overshadows and blemishes all the small sweet pleasures that fill the days and years.
That is the moment that says to us in a stage whisper “This just isn’t it.” We may not be sure what we’ve been searching for in life but we’re sure it isn’t this. That moment when something inside something inexplicable and in fact quite irrational troubling intimidating fraught with vague longings looks us in the face and tells us our life is pointless. It’s all worthless. This isn’t what we’ve aspired to — not for ourselves as individuals not for our communities not for our nation.
That feeling has worn many labels — emptiness ennui disenchantment loss of direction meaninglessness materialism.
