The Forgotten Minimums: Why We’re All Wrestling with an Existential Crisis
Existential crisis. A term we toss around lightly, but behind it lies a quiet, universal ache. And it’s not just a Gen Z problem, or a midlife issue, or a retirement reflection. Across generations, people are feeling the same weight — a sense that life, despite all its conveniences and comforts, feels strangely hollow. Why? Because somewhere along the way, we’ve abandoned the minimums of life — the ground that once kept us steady. When Life Was Slower — and Better There was a time when listening to music meant surrendering to an album from start to finish. Every track mattered, every lyric had space to breathe. Compare that to today’s playlist-hopping, where we can’t last thirty seconds before hitting “skip.” Music hasn’t lost its magic — we lost our patience. Books were once dog-eared paperbacks with worn spines, their scent carrying memories of afternoons spent in quiet corners. Now, we skim headlines, tweets, and summaries, calling it “reading.” Depth has been replaced with fragment...