Down with a world in which the guarantee that we will not die of starvation has been purchased with the guarantee that we will die of boredom.

Raoul Vaneigem
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A world in which the guarantee that we will not die of starvation has been purchased with the guarantee that we will die of boredom is a world where the only thing worth having is a sense of purpose. The only way to achieve a sense of purpose is to have a goal, and to have a goal you must have something you want to achieve.

Source: The Revolution Of Everyday Life

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