There are a lot of things in life that I think really matter. This blog is a culmination of just a few in my small attempt to change the world.
Monday, July 16, 2012
I seem to have caught a bit of Existential
Flu. I should get over it in a week or two but
it's quite annoying, let me assure you. The basis of it is this: What's the point? I mean, I don't mean to sound arrogant or
anything, but I'm intelligent. Not only that, I'm resourceful and determined. I
plan to do things with my life. My family looks at my To Do list and they laugh
at me, but it's only because they can't see what I see. Not yet. But even if I accomplish that list in full,
if I get all my degrees in History, Business, Philosophy, Physics, Law, if I
get my Mechanics license, become a lawyer, own a successful business chain,
write a million books, change the world, EVEN THEN. What's the point? My life, even if I accomplish every great
thing that I intend to, will be nothing more than another ordinary human life
in the never ending chain of humanity. Escape is impossible. I've felt since I
was a little girl that the only way out would be to run away and join a circus,
but even then, to never taste greatness... And it's not for glory. Well, it is. But not
the kind you'd think. I have to reach my potential. I've just got to. I could
care less what other people think of me, they're not important. I just have to
know that I've done everything I possibly can to become the greatest person
who's ever lived. For me personally. Nobody else need ever know, ever speak of
me again. I just have to know it for myself. To top it all off, I'm bored. I work, I read,
I write, teach myself French and Quickscript and writing backwards and guitar
and piano and calligraphy and mind mapping and philosophy, but what's the
point?! They already cured Ebola without me. I'll never be able to afford a trip to
Africa. I'll never reach the level that I want to,
that I need to. Last time I felt like this it lasted for more
than a year. A year long Existential Crisis. Jolly good fun. Anyways, I suppose I deserve it. I should
care more about other people and serving and getting lost in my service. But I
just can't bring myself to care. They'll manage on their own. Just like I will.
I don't have time for their constant complaints and endless need for coddling.
And if they need help, that's what friends and family are for. I'm not really a
"friend" to anyone so that let's me off the hook there, or at least
it should. What's the point? Of all of it?