Sheldon Kopp's Escatological Laundry List enters at No 31: "How strange, that so often, it all seems worth it." I find that this is a fair statement: The intrinsic meaninglessness, randomness and cruelty of our world is self-evident. The miracle is that we ever manage to feel otherwise.
With that said, it's still too easy to check out. Suicide is the obvious, violent, visceral form of checking out. But I've noticed that there are more subtle forms of suicide, which is to say: numbness. I see my peers numbing themselves every day -- though television, alcohol, drugs, work. I sympathize: I numbed my way through my awkward teen-aged years, until I could find myself.
When too many people are numbing themselves, our little community loses critical mass. There has got to be a way to make numbness less socially acceptable.