Nothing wrong with escaping here and there if responsibilities are fulfilled.
The problem is when escapism becomes the purpose of living.
The great lie of western culture is that we are first and foremost, individuals and we should strive for maximum freedom i.e. our purpose is to be free. Let's take a look at the people in the world that can afford maximum freedom and have no practical accountability and see how/what they're doing.... yeah...
Purpose is important. If purpose strays too far away from "the best for others", bad things start happening really fast.
American culture is stuck in adolescence because culture has shifted towards the complete annihilation of any and all significant rites of passage into adulthood.
A child is someone that needs to be told what they can and can't do.An adolescent is someone who tests the limits of what they can and can't do.An adult is someone who enforces socially responsible limits of what they themselves and others can and can't do.
Never telling people "these are now your responsibilities towards others and we all expect you to take them seriously" in an in-equivocal ceremonial way is how you destroy a society.
my mom is currently in need of assistance for basically everything rn. She has something with no cure and that will only get worse.
I'm not assisting all the time but I do get a day or two every week or two weeks. I usually tell her stories and sometimes sing to her. She's still somewhat there.. You can tell she's listening to your story because her eyes show attention on the interesting parts. She sometimes mumbles/hums to songs she knew as a kid... But she isn't fully there. She sometimes doesn't respond to any external stimuli at all, sometimes with grimaces of pain. It can get ugly... And there's also the part of her needing help with everything... Yes, everything.
I'm just gonna say, the problem isn't the ugly stuff or the gross stuff. You get past those the first few shocks. The problem is It's a battle of endurance. You have to face the death of someone you love, but they haven't died yet... So you can't really grieve, but they're not really there either so you can't really be happy. It's emotionally exhausting beyond anything I could imagine.
I only do it a few days every week or other week and come back a complete wreck.
So why do I mention this? Because after going through this for a few months, I talked about it with a friend and umm.. we made a pact. I think it might be for the benefit of both of us and those we love. The inuit / 'eskimos' had the right idea, you know? All I'm gonna say. You get the picture.