Existential Angst

It’s quite possible that I’m taking life way too seriously…

… and making myself (and sometimes others) miserable in the process.

Perhaps I ask too many questions.

Perhaps I have too much faith in human potential.

Perhaps I have too much concern for the well-being of my fellow creatures.

Perhaps all talk of freedom, responsibility, virtue, character, love, power, and justice is hogwash.

Perhaps I’m not as special as I think I am.

Perhaps I’m trying to make too much sense of an absurd existence.

Perhaps I should just enjoy myself as much as I can before death takes it all away.

Despite these reservations, I have no choice but to err on the side of hope and seriousness.

I cannot respect myself any other way.

4 thoughts on “Existential Angst

  1. Perhaps a little seriousness is just the kick in the ass we need to make us all more mindful of who, what, when, where, how and why…

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