You’re joyous when you move towards your goal. What’s your goal? Let’s say the ideal self of beauty. The ideal becomes the judge. You move closer towards it, you’re joyous. You move away from it, you’re depressed.

What we do nowadays is destroy ideals. Because they judge us. We can’t compare to the ideal, so let’s destroy it. Ideal of men, women, beauty, love, art.

What happens then. No ideal. No goal. No progress. No joy. We all live bland and depressing lives just so we don’t feel inferior to the ideal.