How does one break ones own existential ennui when nothing around them truly changes? The world marches on, our bodies get older and more frail, yet the gears of absurdity grind ever onward, never stopping or giving respite to the weary. Years pass, yet I am much the same as I was five years ago, and five years before that. As the years advance, my body will follow a pre-set path, excluding me from certain experiences I could have taken part (but am too late to now) and opening up new experiences relative to my ever advancing degeneration. My soul feels lost however, wondering aimlessly through the wilderness, following no paths, for all paths lead to nowhere. In a world of meaninglessness and absurdity, where all attempts to find meaning lead one right back to where they started, how does one find purpose for their existence?
On a side note, I decided that if it snows heavily in the morning, I'm going to go outside and build another Snowmonster. I'm thinking something Lovecraftian
