I often find myself wondering what it all means. What it means to myself that is. Not necessarily the universe itself, but what my life means to me. I often wonder if I’m living my life to it’s potential. “Have I done enough? Is this what I was meant to be doing? Am I wasting the time I have left?”
It is a decidedly silly thing to wonder, if I’m being honest.
Still, it’s a valid concern apparently, despite my best efforts to talk sense into myself. Perhaps I over-think too much, but I don’t know one human being that doesn’t.
I like to think of myself as an intellectual. Occasionally I’m a cosmic wanderer, and more times than not I am a mentally ill prophet of confused consciousness. I glorify all the mundane, nerdy, intelligent aspects of myself to make me feel like the kind of person I am is the kind of person that is generally accepted in this society.
Which is also a decidedly silly thing to do.
Not glorifying these things that are deemed socially unacceptable. Rather, making any attempt to fit in with the rest of society.
The rest of society is decidedly awful.
Decidedly awful indeed.
Still though, I hold out hope that I might find someone with a like-mind who can decipher these ramblings for me.
- Daniel Lamb
