Is adult life just a systematic hell? I feel childhood and adolescence are the only parts of life truly worth living and the rest is just soul crushing wageslaving and dehumanizing rat racing for an empty corporate society. To me the immanence of unconditional beautitude of my past life never leave my mind, It's been at least 7 years (I'm 33) since I live in this state of perpetual nostalgic daydreaming, because my adulti life is nothing but a hell of suffering, illness, loss and isolation.