Existential Anguish

It is quite possible that I am taking life 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.

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