Put another way: there are some problems that are considered OK to talk about and some that aren’t. There are problems people put on the front page of their memoir, and problems they, well, edit out. But regardless of whether other people get your problems, you have to get them. You have to accept your life, absurd as it may be, and try to find some joy in it. And if you can get past accepting and learn to enjoy your problems? Well, that’s pretty much enlightenment.
This is as good a definition of “enlightenment” as I can find. Once you get through all that bullshit of thinking you need to change yourself in order to be something you thought someone else thought was a better version of you, you’re still there. You might as well enjoy that shit.