Does anyone ever get hit with this realization of the futility of life every so often?
Despite having experienced lots, socialized lots, traveled lots, I cant help but feel like those are just distractions from the meaninglessness of life, like trying to create a certain aesthetic or gain certain achievements are just a way to feel less lonely in the end and show others my life has some worth.
It depresses me when I think this way, because than I feel like there's not much to live for. Life is comfortable enough, things are going well enough. But never totally fulfilling or meaningful. Just kind of a flat line, a void.
Does anyone have this kind of existential dread hit them and how do you cope?
Well, I don't have much of a coping mechanism for myself either, yet somehow I just let the phase pass.
Some days you wake up and everything starts to feel overbearing. You feel like the the sky will develop cracks and come down on you and so, you spend the entire day worrying about it. Whether you’re watching a movie or having a hilarious conversation with a friend or reading something beautiful, your heart is set at the sky. That’s how you miss out on important little things in life. Let the sky fall down on you, at least you would have lived life to its full potential before that happens.
Even crushed under the enormous weight of it, the last things you’ll remember will be the beautiful verse of the poem you read earlier in the day. The thing is you cannot stop the sky from falling if it decides to, all you can do is make the best of the time that you have before that finally happens. It isn’t a good idea to die before you actually die or fail before you actually fail, contextually. Failure isn’t a challenge, death isn’t scary. It’s the opposite. Think about it.
Ps. I write about things that I want to do but I cannot do. With time, I hope I’ll see the light too.