What am I but yet another illustration of mediocrity? What comes next? The greatest of these fears is that the question is already answered with but a single, lonely word: nothing. Yet another night. I once again find myself feeling the burden of a million worries weighing down upon me as I try to fall sleep.
There is no master plan- are we not meant to do anything more than set ourselves aside in comfort while mindlessly taking what we do not need? People are not inherently good by nature if selfishness is a measure against righteousness.
It surprises me that we are aware of our tendencies yet still desire for meaning. I cannot help but want to live for more than emptiness…
But maybe nothing really matters and I should move on from my childish desire to matter in this grand scheme we call existence.