Lightly Angsty

What is this?

You know the story, or maybe you were the story: at some point, in the dark depths of adolescence, a young nascent thinker ponders the deeper questions of the universe. Why they here? How does the world really work? What should they do? Who are they? Wrapped up in existential dread, they worry relentlessly about the future and what it means to be. Maybe they even write emphatic essays or diaries or blogs. They become the epitome of angst. Raw, soul crushing, depressing, pimply angst.

Then they graduate school, and end up busy with college or a job, and start thinking in more practical terms. How can I make money with my degree in underwater basket weaving? Should I move so I can get a better job? How did I get so fat?

They either get over all those difficult philosophical questions that troubled them in youth, or find good enough answers that let them move on.  The angst fades away. Being angsty is soooo pubescent.

Honestly, though, that half baked child philosopher deserves some credit.  Just because the answers they came up with are ill informed and naive doesn't make the questions they were asking any less relevant to the later self proclaimed adult. Of course, all the moody low burning pain of growing up is something no one wants to relive, giving a little thought to how a person views the world can give them valuable insight into who they really are and what they've become.

In short, the point of this blog is to recover some of my worry about what the universe truly is and my place in it that I felt in earlier, much crappier days. Just a little hint of angst to keep myself honest.