I wonder if total failure in life, total estrangement, total inner emptiness and absolute lack of purpose could be a good reason to rethink things?
Imagine telling others what to imagine.
Anonymous people you have never met and will never meet are now the only natural and authentic contacts you have with others.
You think you are great, important and amazing, yet you are here, possibly talking to the most homeless lost man in the world as if its your best friend. It's almost as if all that selfishness actually never paid out. What if material gains aren't as important as we thought. Is it really possible?