One of my favorite existential horrors when waking up every day is “How much am I supposed to be doing?”
On the one hand, I haven’t done as much as Bill Gates or Oprah. I haven’t donated millions to charity. Maybe a fiver here-and-there at the museum.
While on the other, I’ve done a fair amount in life I suppose. I’ve been to more countries than, say, a rabbit. But am I more fulfilled or better than said rabbit?
How much is a rabbit supposed to do? Cure cancer? Or eat enough plants to run away from foxes?
How many plants is Bill Gates supposed to eat?
I dunno, I’ll just stay in bed until someone tells me.
Dynamic Hypocrisy 