Observation
We are training ourselves to mistake enjoyment for accomplishment.
The culture right now operates on a strange paradox: we celebrate effort (Alan Turing's hidden playfulness, Nathan Fillion's return to set, Robert Downey Jr.'s throne) while systematically rewiring what counts as completion. Marvel extends universes indefinitely. Black Panther arrives in 2028 as a son inheriting his father's story, not concluding it. Even the music machines that lie between instrument and art promise infinite grooves, infinite functions, infinite possibility. What we've done is made the middle of things feel like the ending.