I have a newfound appreciation for why some old people are so bitter. Imagine every single adult who you grew up with being no more around you. The ways of navigating life that you spent decades perfecting have all become obsolete.
The strengths you once called upon at ease, in your muscle and mind, no longer heed to your call. The only utility of time is that it adds more dividends to the guilt of places you could have been, things you could have said and done.
The world has grown stranger over time. Relationships have withered. Thoughts take effort. So does taking a dump.
I mean, you can dodge some of it, if you are lucky. How can you dodge it all?
I have also realized cycling and being in the bathroom are equally productive in producing a profound appearing stream of thoughts that have no everyday utility.