Whenever I find myself in one of my existential pits I often find myself thinking, “What’s the point of all this shit?”. I am reminded that I generally fall into the camp of believing that the point is whatever you want it to be.
Which is not actually very comforting, when I am down there in the darkness, but always has a way of making me feel empowered. Simply because I remember that I wasn’t pushed down there, I literally came here willingly and all on my own. At times, in true dramatic fashion, I probably hurled myself over the edge.
And if I can get myself into this situation, well then I can certainly get myself out of it.
The choice is mine, it has been all along, and that’s the point that’s hard to miss at times.
To our growth
Jean.