In modern life we're caught in a vicious circle.
We work long hours at jobs we don't really like because we believe it will result in a better future. Our days are spent in pursuit of a tomorrow that will be oh-so-bright if we just keep our heads down and keep working for it. But then, when tomorrow finally comes, we're befuddled at how inadequate the present suddenly feels. And so we seek yet again for a brighter future, working more and more, until the day we die.
And most of the time, the bright future we're after isn't one where our basic needs are met so that we may pursue some higher artistic calling. No, our hypothetical future has shiny cars and gadgets and a big house and daycare and expensive cocktails and luxurious clothing. It's one where we don't have to deal with life's tedium and we can come and go as we please. It's a future where all our problems are solved and we can finally start living.
It's a future that will never come. It will never come because it cannot exist.
It cannot exist because even when all of life's tedium has been eradicated, more tedium emerges: the tedium of boredom.
Left with nothing to push up against, we create new problems. We continue the habit of looking outward for our gratification. And so, we suffer once more.
It's tempting, but futile to seek a hypothetical future with no problems. Because the nature of a life without problems is problematic itself.
Instead, we might strive to accept life's problems without judgment. To take each passing moment as a blessing, because this moment is the only thing we really have anyway.