The British in WW2 had hope and collective purpose. Shared suffering for a noble goal feels meaningful and worthwhile, and you get to be a part of something bigger than yourself.
I'm less certain about peasant life, but I suppose if it's all you've ever known, and everyone you know is in the same boat, then it probably is manageable. I imagine you live for the stories around the fire at night, and the occasional fair / feast / dance. Gruel isn't so bad if it's all you've ever known.
Shit life syndrome is watching the rest of society seemingly have it easy, while you're constantly struggling to get by. It's using your one free hour of the day to watch TV about the super-rich and their yachts. It's having no hope that things will ever get better for yourself or your immediate community.
I'm less certain about peasant life, but I suppose if it's all you've ever known, and everyone you know is in the same boat, then it probably is manageable. I imagine you live for the stories around the fire at night, and the occasional fair / feast / dance. Gruel isn't so bad if it's all you've ever known.
Shit life syndrome is watching the rest of society seemingly have it easy, while you're constantly struggling to get by. It's using your one free hour of the day to watch TV about the super-rich and their yachts. It's having no hope that things will ever get better for yourself or your immediate community.