For the uncountable times I’ve fallen into this notch of thought, I don’t seem to have figured out how to get myself through it with the dreamed brilliance I wish for. I’m pretty sure this is the Existential Crisis I hear about, usually in the form of jokes from people experiencing it. My soul too often feels claustrophobic and trapped in this Human Body. Like the Paradigm most certain of itself: Faith; It collides within me as I have ventured into life with the notion of Questioning Everything.
