Humbled
So, I've hit a wall. I've gone without writing for a while and, apparently, It's done me no good.
I started out questioning existence, our journeys, interactions. I seemed so wise. Yet, lately I've come to a grand and startling conclusion:
I know nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Less than nothing.
So, does it any good to even ask for help? For no amount of cheesy quotes and personal testimonies seem to be alleviating this funk. I don't know what I need, nor what I want out of life. I simply exist. Humbled, I guess, by the fact that, for now, maybe just existing is good enough.
