As someone who was born and lived 25 years on a small 20k people island and then went to a big city to explore the world I always wonder...
why? the amount of stress people put on themselves its just too much. what for?
i mean its everything... constant fear of judgment clothes, lovers, job, career, politics of their city, country, other country, future generation, past compenstion... and the fear of doing whats wrong, thats what i find weirder...
Im sorry, i dont understand, how else are you suppose to have your own life experience if you are avoiding all the mess it makes it unique?
my house fell down when i was 10 y/o on a storm and well, here I am, I lost a friend when riding a motorcycle doing stupid stuff, i lost another that was crossing a sidewalk and one to cancer...
that is life, its sad and laughable that whatever we do it will end and we will never do or be enough.
You dont have much time, its ok, you will be fine and one day you won't, so is life. Dont let the non critical damage be critical