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.