I hear this often and the idea that some people believe it strikes me as profoundly sad. I don't know if it's even as applicable as people who say this think it is. I don't know anyone who has ate and loved/fucked their way out of the dread of doing nothing and knowing nothing. They're usually just left wondering "is this all there really is?" I know plenty of people that primarily live off of gruel with little to no sex or romance and still feel like they have everything to live for. The nights of making things and feeling that the world is a thing I live in instead of a thing I'm just subjected to, takes up much more of my mind than any sex, food, or shelter ever has.
> I don't know anyone who has ate and loved/fucked their way out of the dread of doing nothing and knowing nothing
I think you're taking my comment far too literally but you've never known anyone that's been happier because they've gotten in a good relationship, or pulled themselves out of poverty?
I make things for a living and consider that to be a precious and valuable pursuit, but I'm only afforded that by having some degree of food, shelter, clothing, relationships.
