Loving everything means loving nothing — without differentiation, love has no function. This is a common philosophical and religious paradox.
Hating everything works a bit differently. Consider it an “inverted love” that stays deeply connected while keeping its distance.
Compulsively celebrating your own productivity isn’t celebration anymore—it’s more work avoiding life, dressed up to maintain status.
What negates the virtue (work or love) isn’t its totality; it’s the compulsion to make it totalizing that drains it of meaning.
