what is the point of you? i don't mean that question as a joke at all. what is your use? if you're a woman, this question is answered for you at birth. but if you're a man, it's not so obvious.
if you have a hard time answering the first line of this post, it is very likely that you feel depressed, unfulfilled, anxious, and small. and you should. this is a healthy mind and body telling you that you need to figure it out. this is why a man needs a job. a man cannot go through life without work. it will drive him insane. a man without a job has no purpose, no use, and no identity. there's a scene in the movie "taxi driver," where the main character goes to one of his coworkers/friends, and describes dark and awful feelings he's been having. he clearly is in a terrible place. his coworker replies with one of my favorite quotes from a movie, a quote that accurately describes the path of a fulfilled man.
here's what he basically said:
"A man takes a job. And that job becomes what he is. You do a thing and that's what you are. I've been a cabbie for 17 years. Ten years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want, to be on the night shift, drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? You get a job, you become the job."
a man needs a reason to be around. his existence needs to be justified. otherwise he walks around his entire life wondering what he is supposed to do and where is supposed to go. if you've ever found yourself in a depressive spiral, you know just how fast the "what do i do?" questions can turn into "why bother?" women are inherently valuable. they have the ability to create new life. men cannot just sit there and have value. a man that sits and eats up resources has the opposite of value, he is a liability. a mans brain is not designed to feel like it's a burden, so it punishes you for being one by making you depressed.
you don't enjoy doing things you used to,
you can't sleep,
you can't smile,
because you don't deserve to.
your ancestors fought off wild animals, fended off long winters and enemy tribes. they went through hell to stay alive and to propagate their bloodline. after all of that, there's you, playing xbox all day, eating pringles, feeling pathetic. you feel like a loser, because you are.
you must acquire a skill, a reason for people to need you, or at least become of some use to as many people as you can. don't look for anything in return. this is the remedy. there's not a lot of things that feel better to a man, than when he gets to feel like a man. the easiest way to feel like a man is to carry a burden so that someone else won't have to. that is our purpose for breathing. whether you're a guy farming corn, or james fucking bond, you'll feel content, it doesn't matter. you're body will reward you by letting you feel at ease, you will begin to breathe in a way that you've never breathed before. air will flow in and out of your lungs so slowly and gently, and when you rest your head on the pillow at night, your mind will be quiet.
you will notice that, the more you work, the more lucky you seem to get. that's because God favors those who work hard. you will be amazed at how "lucky" you all of a sudden become. God will never bring fortune to those who squander all that they've been given, He blesses those who try.