I found this photo on 9gag a few days/weeks ago (I honestly don't remember how long ago it was), and it really struck me as applicable to my life. The top panel especially illustrates a personal fault that I tend to have a lot of trouble with.
Perhaps because I am such a goal-oriented person, I have a lot of internal turmoil when I see my peers just sort of floating through life without any discernible aim towards doing anything with their lives, given my definition of what "doing anything" is. Obviously they're not comatose, so they're obviously doing SOMETHING (and even if they were in a coma I guess they'd still be breathing and digesting), but I guess I have a really high standard for what counts as SOMETHING. None of them seem particularly depressed or unhappy (so according to the top panel I guess they are successful in their eyes), so I suppose they're a-okay, but my overly-rational/under-emotional brain says they should be working for the common good, or at least be progressing their lives in some way.
I guess this kind of touches on the philosophical question of "What does it mean to lead a good life?" (or, in my words, doing SOMETHING). We're kind of going over that topic in my hyper-speed summer ethics course at LCCC, but given the level of talent in the teacher, I doubt I will be any closer to a conclusion on this personal distress over the purpose of life by the end of the class.
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