It is perhaps the misfortune of my life that I am interested in far too much but not decisively in any one thing; all my interests are not subordinated in one but stand on an equal footing.
I skimmed the surface of my greater understanding of existentialism today in class. I thrived on the idea that nothingness is the most important thing because we then control the destiny of ourselves, and then that effects the consequences we have to take responsibility for. We exist. That is all we know. The world doesn’t give us meaning. We do.
I love it.