Life is genuinely filled with suffering.

I’m completely burned out. I know I should feel grateful—I have a nice home, a stable job, and supportive friends and family—but all those well-meaning clichés don’t seem to help. Meditation, exercise, journaling, hobbies, therapy, volunteering... they all feel like temporary fixes, like band-aids on a deep wound. They offer brief relief, but nothing that truly lasts.

I’ve tried to dig deep to understand where this pain is coming from, but it feels impossible to pinpoint. It seems like the only way people can find happiness is by staying constantly busy and distracted—whether it’s through social media, substances, food, sex, or countless other things. It’s as though we’re all engaging in a series of activities to mask the reality that we're living provisional lives.

Everyone is running away from themselves, never taking the time to reflect on how messed up the world is or how much better it could be. Money controls everything around me, and I feel stuck, not knowing how to make a difference while still trying to survive. I’ve lost faith in a world so full of hate. It feels like a nightmare.

I know my struggles aren’t unique, and I’m hoping to find a new perspective. Has anyone figured out how to be at peace in this broken society?