in my early 20's i struggled with meaning. get a job? you're just a number on a spreadsheet to your company. your boss and coworkers only care about you if you're producing value. they'll get rid of you without a second thought if you stop producing value. it's all transactional there's no real community or deeper bonds. i'm just a disposable worker drone in a pointless rat race.  then i kind of made peace with that. that's just how it is. i need to participate in this system to make money and survive.  then i thought maybe falling in love with a woman and starting a family will be a solution of sorts. "the world is a shitty rat race and it's every man for himself but at least we have each other. at least we care about each other. we can create some better inside our home, a refuge from the outside world.". that could give me some motivation to participate in the rat race. but after some failed relationships and discovering red pill stuff i realized having a woman is just a second job. they only  care about your position in the rat race. not you as a person. no loyalty or honor or self sacrifice. you're just a disposable worker drone to women as well.  in my 30's now and i still don't know what the solution is.
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