One of my former teachers just posted about something like an existential crisis, when everything that we ever believed in to get to the meaning of life, intellect, learning, academia, philosophy, seem futile to get anywhere at all.
He used the image of a screen door, unhinged and swaying in the wind, coming off slightly and yet still creeking and "making too much noise".
As for me, I always think of that scene in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, when Harry and Dumbledore enters the dark cave, and there's this vast, unknown, creepily calm yet oddly inviting lake before them. And for that moment, you feel like you've ventured past the rest only to arrive at something still more frustrating and deeply frightening, feeling like you might have been better off not asking the things we did or thinking the things we did.
It's kind of tortuous to have that mind. Still, everyone goes through it in some way or another. And we all get through fine. And that's enough for now.
Right?
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