It's a Coverup

Recently I’ve been having some really vivid thoughts relating mostly to existentialism. Nietzsche’s ideas on the human experience and defining one’s own existence are currently ringing true to me. (Of course I’ll love the ideas of a man who died after a mental breakdown).

I sometimes I over-think my complete insignificance in the grand scheme of things. The only thing I can hope for is making some sort of positive impact on the life’s of those who are dear to me. It’s been an curious, reflective phase recently and I can grasp just how odd the human experience is. Instead of attempting to codify and categorize all that I encounter, I want to enjoy and appreciate every moment for what is it. I’ve taken advantage of far too much and have hoped for a future that was never promised to me. I’ll get what I want and it’s going to be all my doing, but until then I’ll be walking a fine line between appreciation and not giving a shit.