foggy and clear

It's as if I have stopped fighting the way life relentlessly twists and turns and stops and jumbs ahead. Nothing surprises me anymore. Everything is at once defeat and victory. We are all far too facinated with ourselves and invested in our own egos. The existential crisis is only a crisis because we assign a feeling of loss to the realization that nothing means anything and that there are no truths but those we create in our mind to help us through the days and nights. I have experienced this as emptiness, but in doing so have failed to recognize the density and beauty that exists in simplicity.