Futile is...
The time we spend with ourselves
when living in a community full of so much.
The money we try to save
towards spending on the next new thing.
The work we put into not working at all
when our whole point of being here is for working.
Not the time we spend with making bonds
Not the money spent on experiences with others
Not the work we put into making our lives less existential.
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