#existentialcrisis

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[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I saw this and thought of you, while you don't care if I exist or not.

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Existentialism (2) Masterlist

part one

all the little temporaries (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: Not for the first or last time, Phil has to say goodbye to everything (apart from Dan).

An Insomniac’s Daydream (ao3) - Young_Rouge_Rose

Summary: Dan Howell is an insomniac, a pianist, and possibly a modern day Nostradamus, as his twisted dreams seem to be pointing towards the destruction of the world. When plagued with such dreams he does what any sane and natural human being would. He gives up sleep. No sleep. No dreams. No end. Phil Lester is a humble barista who feels like a daydream and somehow manages to keep the monsters, which come with such twisted dreams at bay. But there is more to it than meets the eye, for the past always has a way of catching up with you. This has happened before, but it can’t happen again.

at the loss of words (ao3) - cantbother

Summary: when Dan finds himself unable to deal with his thoughts on his own , Phil tries to help him - through the door Dan had locked the night before

If Lost, Return To Phil - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: Dan and Phil are friends with benefits, which always works until it doesn’t. Dan wishes things could be different, and gets more than he bargains for.

I'm Falling (So I'm Taking My Time on My Ride) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's having a crisis again. Phil helps him through it again.

Pinkie Promise (ao3) - lestericalphan

Summary: Dan and Phil decided as children to make a promise to be there, care and to help each other. The only question left is how long does a promise really last?

Polaroid Prince (ao3) - CelestialYuuri

Summary: Dan Howell has had the reflection of an auburn-haired individual for as long as he can remember. As he’s growing up with the reflection, he notices how much it changes and how much he changes as well.

Querencia (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: in which Dan is existential and Phil is there for him.

Sauvage (ao3) - covetsubjugation

Summary: When Dan and Phil fail to leave the country in time, they are trapped in the UK during the most dangerous time of the year. What are they to do when their safe house gets broken into during The Purge?

Six Feet Under the Stars (ao3) - smol_chilli_pepper

Summary: The night was beautiful but he couldn’t stop staring at the boy next to him, all in black a galaxy on his own

sometimes quiet is violent (ao3) - nivi_chip

Sumamry: Sometimes, Dan just needs to see a pair of legs next to him.

Take a Picture and Frame It (ao3) - interruptedbyfjreworks

Summary: Dan's never been one to believe that 'everything happens for a reason', but he can't help but feel that Amelia was put into their lives by more than just an off-chance.

The Infinite Possibility of Us (ao3) -  Young_Rouge_Rose

Summary: It began as all good stories do, with an inciting incident. Dan’s just so happened to be almost getting hit by a car, watching a man die before his eyes and somehow falling into a web of alternate realities. Just your usual morning inconvenience. He just wanted a coffee, and to make Phil happy. Now all he wants is to get back home, back to his world, his life, his Phil. Little does he know Phil has found himself in a similar predicament, and what is stranger still is that in all other worlds they seem to be together. Maybe this is the universe trying to tell them something.

What Do You Mean This is Wrong? (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan and Phil are celebrating Chris’s 30th birthday when Phil remembers what his 30th was like just a few months earlier.

[mirroribis]

Title: Schrodinger’s Christ

Artist: Erin Meares/Mirroribis

Medium: Adobe Photoshop and Illustrator.

No AI image generation used

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Crisis Existencial

En psicología, una crisis existencial es un conflicto interno caracterizado por la impresión de que la vida carece de sentido y en el que los esquemas mentales construidos ya no sirven para afrontar la situación actual.

La crisis existencial se da porque la vida, o la forma de percibirla o entenderla, cambia. De repente, las ideas pasadas y las expectativas del futuro caen. Aparecen nuevas preocupaciones y preguntas que nunca habían sido planteadas y para las que no se tiene respuesta aún.

La persona se siente perdida, desorientada, no tiene claras sus metas y se replantea sus creencias y sus valores, con un malestar psicológico importante.

Es un punto de inflexión en nuestra historia vital, que conduce a sentir la necesidad de encontrar una identidad y un sentido o propósito a nuestra vida, lo que conlleva diferentes síntomas psicológicos y emocionales y que puede llegar a ser muy estresante.

Las crisis existenciales suceden cuando pensamos que no somos capaces de afrontar los acontecimientos de la vida, con los recursos que hasta ahora nos funcionaban. En ese momento nuestro dialogo interno se llena de expresiones como

«¿Cuál es mi propósito en la vida? No le encuentro sentido.» 

«¿Qué sentido tiene todo esto?»

«¿Quién soy yo?»

¿Cómo es que nada me llena como antes?

¿Qué será de mi mañana?

Si fuera el caso, probablemente estemos atravesando una crisis existencial, que puede cambiar radicalmente la dirección de nuestra vida haciendo que nos planteemos objetivos nuevos o, en cambio, puede llevarnos a una espiral negativa hacia la depresión.

Una crisis existencial conlleva sentimientos de malestar sobre el significado, la elección y la libertad en la vida.  

El problema radica en no encontrar respuestas satisfactorias, lo que puede desencadenar frustración y pérdida de alegría interior.

Nos sentimos inseguros sobre cómo responder o qué camino tomar, e incluso puede afectar nuestras vidas de manera negativa si estos sentimientos persisten o empeoran.

Tipos de crisis existencial

Crisis de falta de sentido cuando creemos que no hemos cumplido nuestras metas o no hemos conseguido algo significativo. Esto puede llevar a cuestionar la propia existencia y el propósito personal.

Crisis de identidad, que afectan la imagen que tenemos de nosotros mismos. Nos preguntamos si somos lo que realmente queremos ser.

Crisis de libertad y la responsabilidad, que surge ante la responsabilidad que causa la libre decisión. Algunas personas sienten que no son capaces de aceptar las consecuencias de sus decisiones y se abruman cuando dejan de depender de otras personas.

Crisis que responden a preguntas como

¿Me conformo con la vida que tengo?

¿Me quedo trabajando en un trabajo que no me gusta?

¿Qué estoy haciendo con mi vida?

Crisis sobre la mortalidad. Conforme cumplimos años, muchas personas comienzan a hacerse preguntas sobre el final de la vida y lo desconocido. Ello puede generar ansiedad y sentimientos vacío y confusión.

Crisis sobre la soledad. Las separaciones y el aislamiento que podemos ir sufriendo a lo largo de la vida pueden llegar a generar una sensación de soledad que puede generar una crisis porque no le vemos sentido a la realidad.

La crisis existencial implica un cambio en nosotros, de manera que nos llegamos a sentir como si fuéramos otra persona o cambian aspectos importantes en nuestra visión de la vida.

Durante esta crisis nos cuestionamos aspectos que hasta ese momento habíamos dado por sentados o que simplemente no nos preocupaban, habitualmente sobre la propia existencia.

Por otra parte, las preguntas que nos planteamos durante una crisis existencial implican un elevado compromiso personal. La respuesta que estamos buscando va dirigida a reencauzar el sentido de nuestra vida.

Los síntomas de la crisis existencial

Estamos atravesando una crisis existencial cuando:

Cambiamos nuestras costumbres para probar cosas diferentes, pero no nos satisfacen

Creemos que debemos cambiar nuestra vida, pero no sabemos cómo

Las actividades que antes nos motivaban han perdido su valor pues ya no les encontramos sentido

No encontramos sentido en nada.

No tenemos ganas de nada: ni de ir a comprar, ni de ir al gimnasio, ni de hacer nada de lo que antes te motivaba.

Nos cuesta levantarnos para ir al trabajo. No hay nada que nos motive.

Nos cuestionamos a menudo si tuviéramos que seguir teniendo la pareja que tenemos.

Nos cuestionas las decisiones más importantes que hemos tomado a lo largo de tu vida, como la elección de la profesión o de la pareja

Nos sentimos constantemente con tedio

Nos sentimos mu agotados emocionalmente

Pensamos que nos faltan muchas experiencias por vivir

Tenemos miedo al futuro pues no logramos verlo claramente

Tenemos una sensación de extrañeza con nosotros mismos, como si fuésemos otra persona

Tenemos una sensación de insatisfacción generalizada, aunque las cosas marchen bien

Todo nos da pereza: salir con amistades, una boda próxima que teóricamente nos tendría que hacer ilusión.

Las causas de la crisis existencial

La crisis existencial está profundamente vinculada al proceso de crecimiento y maduración por lo que puede ocurrir en cualquier momento de la vida.

Algunas causas pueden incluir:

Cambios de trabajo o carrera

Conciencia de los propios límites

Diagnóstico de una enfermedad grave o potencialmente mortal

Emociones reprimidas

Fallecimiento de un ser querido, y afrontar la propia muerte

Insatisfacción con uno mismo

Sentimiento de soledad y aislamiento en el mundo

Sentir culpa por algo

Sentirse perdido y fuera de control. No hallar un propósito para la vida

Sentirse socialmente insatisfecho

Tener hijos, el matrimonio o el divorcio

En algunos casos es posible encontrar un factor desencadenante, sin embargo, otras veces no es posible.

Las consecuencias de una crisis existencial

Cada persona es un mundo y no todas experimentamos la crisis existencial de la misma manera. Hay quienes viven la crisis de una manera puntual y en un periodo de tiempo muy limitado mientras que otras atraviesan un periodo mucho más largo, intenso y desestabilizador.

De hecho, hay quienes nunca atraviesan por una.

En algunos casos la crisis existencial no se resuelve satisfactoriamente y la persona cae en la “triada cognitiva”, desarrollando una perspectiva negativa de nosotros mismos, del mundo y del futuro, lo que puede generarnos problemas psicológicos, como:

Depresión

Desesperanza

Ideas suicidas

Sentimientos de indefensión

El tratamiento de la crisis existencial

Es conveniente estar activos para “Que la inspiración nos sorprenda trabajando. A veces es difícil, pero no nos interesa quedarnos parados: salimos a pasear, vamos a nadar, escuchamos música…”.

Esta actividad ayuda a abrir la mente y a propiciar la inspiración para encontrar una salida en la crisis.  

Estas técnicas pueden ser de ayuda para ello:

¿En qué destacamos? ¿Qué es aquello que se nos da bien?

¿Qué cosas hacemos que no sean por obligación?

¿Qué cosas nos satisfacen?

¿Qué podemos aportar a los demás?

Busquemos apoyo emocional, compartiendo nuestros sentimientos y pensamientos con personas de confianza, como amistades, familiares, etc.  

Busquemos nuestro propósito examinando nuestros valores y creencias: ¿qué es lo más importante para nosotros en la vida y qué creencias nos guían?, para encontrar un sentido más profundo y tomar decisiones alineadas con ellos.

Establezcamos metas y busquemos nuevas experiencias, con realismo, que nos ayuden a encontrar un propósito.  

Si existiera la magia ¿cómo sería nuestra vida?

No podemos dar respuesta a todas nuestras dudas y cuestiones y esto es algo que conviene aceptar. Sin embargo, es necesario reflexionar y apercibirnos de cuáles son los puntos más importantes de nuestra crisis: qué es aquello que más nos incomoda de nuestras vidas y cuál es el camino para cambiarlo.

Las respuestas a las cuestiones que frecuentemente plantea una crisis existencial implican un camino de descubrimiento personal, o sea que un psicólogo profesional podrá guiarnos en el camino para que las descubramos por nosotros mismos, atravesando valores y creencias, y nos ayudará a tener una visión con evidencias de la situación que estás viviendo y para que lograr encontrar un nuevo sentido a nuestra vida.

Según el doctor Irvin D. Yalom, se trata de orientar a la persona tomar decisiones significativas y hacia esos cambios que, estén en sintonía con sus valores y propósitos personales, en cuatro áreas básicas

abordar el miedo a la muerte

recuperar la libertad

un nuevo sentido vital

vencer el aislamiento

Trabajando lo siguiente:

Afrontar la incertidumbre y los sentimientos de angustia.

Beneficiar la conexión social para evitar la soledad.

Confrontar los pensamientos pesimistas y limitantes.

Permitirnos trazar nuevos significados vitales.

Promover la construcción de una vida más creativa, libre y con propósitos.

Las siguientes son algunas formas en las que la terapia psicológica online puede ayudarnos en una crisis existencial:

Exploración y reflexión de nuestras preguntas y preocupaciones existenciales, para indagar sobre nuestro sentido de identidad, valores y metas en la vida.

Autoconocimiento y comprensión de nuestros propios pensamientos, emociones y patrones de conducta, para comprender mejor nuestras inquietudes existenciales y descubrir nuevos significados y direcciones en la vida. Es conveniente mirarnos al espejo y apercibirnos de quién somos y qué queremos, ya que pasamos parte de nuestra vida siendo como otros esperan y dejándonos llevar por inercia.

¿Cómo nos gustaría ser dentro de cinco años?

¿Cuáles son nuestras fortalezas?

¿Cuáles son nuestras pasiones, sueños y deseos a corto y largo plazo?

¿La persona que somos ahora es quien deseamos ser de verdad?

¿Qué cambios deberíamos hacer para acercarnos a nuestro «auténtico yo»?

Reevaluación de creencias y valores desafiando las creencias limitantes o poco saludables, y a trabajar en la construcción de una base de valores más sólida y coherente.

Búsqueda de significado y propósito guiándonos en la búsqueda de actividades, relaciones y metas que nos proporciones un mayor sentido de satisfacción y significado personal. ¿Qué es lo que nos hace sentir bien y realizados como personas en este momento?

Estrategias de afrontamiento, porque la crisis existencial puede generar ansiedad, depresión u otros problemas emocionales, para los que el psicólogo puede enseñar estrategias de afrontamiento efectivas para manejar el malestar emocional y fomentar la resiliencia.

post de Cristian Cherbit psicólogo online https://christiancherbit.com/

[gamersalad]

Outer Wilds - How I Became Entangled to One of the Best Games Ever

GIF from: Tenor

“There is no way to tell you what Outer Wilds is without spoiling it entirely. You have to experience it yourself. Besides, it only takes 22 minutes.” – A Redditor

Outer Wilds is a 2019 video game developed by Mobius Digital and published by Annapurna Interactive. It is a puzzle space exploration game that makes use of knowledge and experience as your key to progressing through the game.

I personally enjoy and love Outer Wilds for its amazing concept and world building. For a space exploration game, there is truly no other game as similar as Outer Wilds. Although the game may seem or look repetitive, all I can say is throughout that repetitiveness, comes a new opening of adventure, wisdom, and a story slowly unfolding ahead of you as you take one step with each run you make. It’s a progress that doesn’t make use of advancements, leveling up, or anything cliche from other progressive puzzle games, but instead seeks and asks you what you have learned and how you can use that knowledge in unlocking the next world.

Actually, I can’t even state that there’s a “next step” in Outer Wilds, given how it’s truly an open world game, where there are no restrictions or guidelines that you’re forced to follow throughout your playthrough - Outer Wilds uses curiosity and the freedom of the player to interact with its playground.

Accompanied with outstanding existentialism soundtracks, and interactable NPCs that you’d get to greet throughout the solar system, you the player becomes attached with its simple but wholesome storyline with the game.

GIF from: Tenor

I simply cannot say anything else about Outer Wild’s contents and nature of the game. As someone who has played Outer Wilds without any idea what the game has in store for me, it’s that sense that makes the game a wonderful, memorable, and “oh-I-wish-to-play-this-game-again-for-the-first-time” experience. For you to play Outer Wilds you must be attentive and thoughtful of your decisions, constantly asking what is the next thing you should do as the only hint you’ll ever have is yourself and the time you get to play the game.

Whatever happens next when you play Outer Wilds, I guarantee that it is something to not be feared. Embrace the unknown and let curiosity be your guide. Safe travels astronaut!

Interested in trying out the game? Why not check out the store!

🎮—————🥗

Post by Lou Anthony V. Laburada

[yuumizi]

Im trying to be better everyday of my life.

Idk.

My life is pretty good actually.

Idc.

[criticfilm]

15 Popular Philosophical Films That Will Make You Question Everything! 🔥

[anarulkhaledsblog]

[T~19]

Plot twist: What if the stars are just tiny holes in the fabric of the universe, and the light we see is something even bigger staring back at us?

[tricomey]

I remember the days when a pill would solve 90% of my problems, but now I look back and think: "That can't be the solution, just a camouflage to try to fit in or adapt to this meaningless world." We can't get stuck in situations that leave us immobile.

But, taking a moment to reflect on this and looking at all the memories stored on my phone, things seemed more carefree and worry-free. Maybe that's what people always said about youth: that we lived selfishly, without worrying about tomorrow.

I'd like to live that way again, but without the part where I reach adulthood and have to deal with all the things I did without thinking about tomorrow. Maybe that's everyone's dream. Maybe that's why older people, who haven't developed panic syndrome, think and start living life to the fullest. They simply can't take the real world anymore and don't want to care about anything else. Besides, they have nothing left to lose, just like young people and children.

Living with worries just to build a legacy? At what cost? What's the point if we're all going to end up in the same hole? It may be a bit pessimistic, but it makes me think about all the things we gave up on because they were considered impudent. It's just that the next day always comes, demanding accountability for everything we did the day before.

[deeplythespian]

Deeply Thespian, Terminally Online

Deeply Thespian, eternally existing between realms of hyperrealism and that one philosophy podcast I found at 2 a.m. because I was too tired to read Simulacra & Simulation (talking about you, Plastic Pills). Call me they/them, but don’t ask me to explain why, it’s an existential thing, you wouldn’t get it. Can’t adult today, too busy questioning the meaning of my existence while simultaneously overthinking my latest ‘moodboard’ for life.

Staring into the void like I’m in some A24 film—slow burn, no jump scares, just atmosphere, the kind of movie that makes you think you’re supposed to feel something but you really just want to leave halfway through to get overpriced coffee and call it "self-care." Yes, I am sad, but it’s the kind of sadness that makes me artsy, not your standard ‘crying over a boy’ kind of sadness. Meanwhile, everyone else is stuck in their MTF fantasy, so proud of their transition but still wearing the same "cis-passing" armor like it’s a self-made art piece. It’s cute, but sis, nobody cares if you’re an embodiment of narrative subversion.

And while we’re at it, let's talk about the Puppygirls—you’re all out here with your collars, pretending to be part of some edgy rebellion, but really, you’re just participating in the latest e-girl performance art piece. Sis, you’re not embracing a kink, you're just wearing dog ears and calling it “empowerment.” Like, do you even know what’s behind that aesthetic, or are you just too busy posting your puppy play fantasies on the timeline to realize it’s just the new quirky? I see you.

Then there’s the Pagang crowd—the ones who’re like, “I’m a witch, but also, like, a healer and totally in tune with the spirits.” Baby, you’re just pretending to be ‘spiritual’ while swiping through astrology memes on Instagram. You’re not summoning energies from the universe, you’re summoning a shopping cart full of sage bundles and overpriced crystals. Also, let’s talk about the Wiccans, out here chanting “Blessed be” in the middle of the night but then claiming, like, Allah is too strong to kill? LMFAO. Yeah, that’s how you truly feel connected to the cosmos—by weaving your beliefs into some ridiculous argument on TikTok. We get it, you’re a witch, but you can’t even summon a basic sense of self-awareness.

I sip my iced coffee, think about the meaning of my gender, and casually decide it’s not transcendental or revolutionary, it’s an art form (again). If you think uwu goth mommy vibes or e-girls with a pink halo are the peak of 'authenticity,’ then you clearly don’t understand nuance. It’s 2025, the true aesthetic is cyber-shamanistic-sapiosexuality, where every interaction feels like it could be a Mandy meets Under the Silver Lake fever dream.

But let’s be real, the Post-Belle Delphine e-girl era is played out. You’re not some deep, misunderstood soul anymore—you’re just part of a content factory that only knows how to churn out the same thirst-trap aesthetic and call it “empowerment.” And the whole "yass queen, here’s my $5 Patreon" thing? It’s just exhausting at this point. Not to mention, the Twomad memes are done too, Rest In Piss, Psycho. You’re all out here trying to flex your internet stardom like you’re really creating something groundbreaking when you’re just screaming for attention in a filter. Do we miss the chaos of the early internet, or are we just pretending it's still cool because we’re too scared to acknowledge we’ve moved on?

And speaking of trends, let's talk about Dollskill for a second. That store is basically the Walmart of dystopian future fashion. It's all the same recycled cyberpunk and gothcore bullshit with a sprinkle of capitalist nightmare. You think you’re edgy, but you're just a walking ad for tacky 'alternative' consumerism. And don't even get me started on Cyberdog—remember when Cybergoth culture was the thing? Now it’s all a joke. We had the neon dreadlocks, the PVC, the electric rave aesthetic that was actually about rejecting mainstream culture, and now it’s just glorified mallwear for people too afraid to leave the grid. You really think that’s what real underground culture looks like? Please. Bring back the true cybergoth spirit or just let it die in peace.

But let's not pretend the modern incels aren't part of this mess. They’re the forgotten cousins of the cyberspace rebel, all too wrapped up in their warped ideologies about how the world owes them something. You don't want to make art, you want to make memes about 'women' that exist as concepts, not people. You’re just bitter and online, crying about blue-haired feminist ideals that you never understood in the first place. Here's a tip: Maybe if you spent less time complaining about women on Reddit, you could make something cool instead of just being an aesthetic bottom feeder.

Also, like, can we talk about how every Millennial still thinks Idiocracy is some kind of dystopian prophecy when it's really just an aesthetic at this point? Gen Z has already exceeded their expectation of cultural decay; we’re thriving in the chaos and yet still holding onto Euphoria reruns like we’re waiting for the next existential crisis to validate our moods. But okay, you keep quoting Idiocracy as a cautionary tale, while I’m over here basking in the void. You wouldn’t understand.

Just vibing in my cosmic angst, endlessly spiraling, and never explaining. Because honestly, we're at the end of history, my dude. We’ve hit the final loop, the last meme cycle, and here we are, still pretending that the next big internet wave will bring salvation. But no. This is it. We’ve run out of things to do and things to say. But it's okay, because at least we're all collectively drowning in the abyss. And you wouldn't get it.

Speaking of that, shoutout to 4chan—once the breeding ground for pure internet chaos, and now just a warehouse for recycled memes and half-baked philosophy spouted by neckbeards who still think their magnum opus is a comment about cultural Marxism. Yeah, it’s a cesspool, but at least it used to be funny. Don't even mention 8chan, though. That place is a straight-up nightmare. A (former) haven for the most wretched corners of the internet, full of idiots pretending they’re breaking boundaries by posting the same self-righteous drivel. You’d think it was some kind of digital utopia, but in reality, it's just a community of trolls trapped in a perpetual feedback loop of their own arrogance.

Oh, and by the way, let’s not forget the Eternal September we’re all stuck in. It’s been forever, hasn’t it? Every new wave of internet users that roll in, with their memes from 5 months ago, their Twitter discourse, their ARG obsession that’s as hollow as their last ‘become a digital god in five easy steps’ tutorial—it's like we’re all eternally stuck in the first month of school, and none of us know what the fuck is going on anymore.

We’re at the end of history, my dude.

[mineofilms]

Nihil sub sole novum

From the End of the Beginning of this year, last year, most years, every year. Ah, a three-year odyssey, where time is less of a straight line and more of a spiral. If anything, these past few years have been a masterclass in the ironically absurd. Between the incompetence of systems that promise salvation (insurance, healthcare, politics, religion) and the existential dreariness of a body that stubbornly clings to life despite all odds, the journey feels less like progress and more like a forced march toward an inevitable, unremarkable end. One cannot help but wonder—has anything truly changed, or are we simply treading water in the flood of our own making? Our current way of life, metaphorical and literal, serves as a backdrop to this existential performative dance. The wreckage left in its wake mirrors not just the physical destruction but the internal chaos of living in an age where security is fleeting, satisfaction a myth, and self-importance via social media dominates. The grand dream of perfection—whether in homes, bodies, relationships, or ideologies—is swiftly eroding, leaving behind the stench of human vulnerability. Yet, in the face of this, there's a curious resignation. We become more connected than ever before while we are more disconnected than ever before. Defies logic, but here we are. The repairs are slow, the bills pile up, but at least there's a sense of grim humor in the absurdity of it all. One adapts, kicks rocks barefoot, to the constant erosion, which, in its own right, becomes a form of rebellion against the very systems that demand our submission.

The steady march of time continues, dragging more medical frustrations, loss, and the weary realization that life is as much about enduring as it is about achieving anything meaningful. Health problems, relationships, and even political ideologies become so much noise against the backdrop of the real question: What’s the Point? So, as the years accumulate, what is left to do but press forward, not in hope or optimism, but because time, relentless in its ticking, doesn’t really offer an alternative. The absurdity, after all, is the only thing that’s truly constant. Is your life a carefully constructed narrative, or are you simply improvising a tragic farce with occasional comedic beats? A theater of existence through a lens. From hurricanes that rip apart our homes and finances to the inevitable decay of the human body. I am always pondering the inherent futility of attempting to control the uncontrollable. Existential dilemmas emerge from mundane struggles: rebuilding without the tools or even a blueprint for the tools becomes a symbol of a compromised life in a dream where inflation ensures the rich get richer and the rest get a crash course in survival. Oh, that isn’t a dream. That’s been a reality for most of us. There’s a sharp turn into the familiar friend of entropy. Here lies the ironic absurdity of caregiving: futile efforts to prolong a life that ultimately evaporates into oblivion. Yet, I welcome musings of AI, conceptual horror, and the darkly comedic nature of politics, whether life has meaning, but whether meaning itself is the cruelest joke of all. They say “live and learn,” but if one hasn’t learned, did they ever live? Whenever I heard a “saying,” and it starts with “they say.” Who the hell are “they?” It makes me want to hunt down, “they,” slap them in the head.

Welcome in social media, the internet’s great experiment in collective brain rot. What begins as communication to gain different perspectives turns into tribalism in online spaces evolving into unhealthy internet subcultures, where trolls and influencers battle for supremacy in a digital coliseum of irrelevance. Internet idealism now reduced to a sandbox for the trivial and the vindictive. Does it even matter whether a troll, a cultist or elitist wins the argument if the platform itself is a dumpster fire of collective word vomit from narcissists? Granted elitists wouldn’t be on social media all that much. They are too busy ‘eliting’ themselves to more monies. When you have loads of cash, does one even want or need social media? Woke or unwoke, left or right, preaching the Lord’s name or not; these labels serve merely as masks for the fear that underpins human existence: the terror of being forgotten in a universe that never cared in the first place. The message—a searing reminder that the more we “connect,” the more we expose the gaping void within ourselves while disconnecting from the people that are actually in our reality. We try to venture out. One can only wave their hands so much to get someone else’s attention. If they choose to ignore that and you know deep down you were forward with that concept of communication. It isn’t on you to care. You attempted, they played dumb. Why would you accept that from any situation or person? The floodwaters of nature are matched only by the flood of systemic incompetence, with insurance premiums rising as fast as the costs of rebuilding. The house, much like life itself, becomes a metaphor for the disillusionment we all feel: repairs are never as simple as they seem, and some losses—like the pool cage and later the entire pool lanai—are just too damn expensive to replace. Yet, here we are and instead of descending into despair, we just realize life goes on, even when the dream moves slowly towards a singularity. You can’t save everything, but you can at least salvage the absurdity of it all, laugh and curse the fake God in the sky.

These reflections are framed not by sorrow, but by existential absurdism: does it matter? Does the universe even care a blip within a blip within a blip within an ocean, within a glass, on a planet that was swallowed by a giant space whale even care? In a world where the system is rigged and the body betrays you, the only thing left to do is keep moving forward—until the final, inevitable reset. Whether sudden or prolonged, life and the death of that life is just the final joke in a single frame of reference full of bad punchlines.

With that said 2025 is going to be a little different, at least in how I attack my writings. I have been so busy with some other things that I haven’t been able as much to work on my own stuff. I am slowly but actively taking all my blogs and converting them to audio/video presentations. They are not podcasts. I am just taking the written blogs or essays using an AI voiceover to read it with some sort of video attached to it. I like the audio spectrum. It’s like a "visualizer" for audio that allows you to see a visual for the sound, making it a neat little creative tool. I will be producing a real music video for the band I work with. Going low tech with that as well. Going for a 90s grunge or metal vibe of the time. I have a lot of audiobooks to get through this year. Many that deal with black hole fiction and stories revolving around time dilation. I want to put out a few short-stories this year as well and work on something bigger. As of right now I do not have a real writing schedule like I usually work from, but my next essay will be on labels. What they are and why they are important. We have had labels longer than sugar. I will probably write a lot of reviews on these science fiction books. The more of these more existential fictions the more it will draw me into thinking about reality and how I want to formulate my own stories. I got some solid ideas that I feel like I want to talk about. I think short-stories with expansion in mind is the best way for my brain to operate when writing. I will also continue to doing tech-style essays on some of the odd computer stuff I tend to tackle. So yeah, 2025 is gearing up. I am glad I am able to think about this in a healthy place in my brain and not have too many delusions of grandeur.

As I look ahead to 2025, the creative landscape feels like a vast, uncharted universe—full of potential, ready for exploration. Whether it’s blending audio-visual projects, diving into the abstract depths of existential fiction, or tackling the nuanced power of labels, the journey is ongoing. But, like a supernova, I’m aware that growth and creation are processes of expansion and contraction, marked by moments of clarity amidst chaos. It’s a balance between the infinite and the finite—an ever-evolving dance of ideas and reality. Here’s to the art of becoming.

Nihil sub sole novum Latin for (Nothing new under the sun) by David-Angelo Mineo 12/31/2024 1,467 Words

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When Darkness Sets In

But then, there are other times—darker times—when it feels like the universe is actively working against you.

Every step feels heavy, every move is met with resistance. You question everything: “How can things be so wrong? Am I losing my grip on reality?”

Even the simplest tasks feel impossible, as if you're wading through thick fog, lost and unsure.

Nothing seems to work, and every effort feels futile. In those moments, doubt seeps in.

You start to internalize the struggle, convincing yourself that maybe you’re the problem.

Hope fades, and the world feels like it’s closing in on you.

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Why Do People Like Literally Me Characters?

Have you ever noticed how characters like Ken (Barbie), Ryan Gosling in Drive, or The Joker seem to captivate a generation disillusioned with reality? These “literally me” characters reflect our own struggles, tapping into something deeper and darker.

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The Appeal of “Literally Me” Characters:

It’s not their victories we root for, but their unraveling. These flawed antiheroes, struggling with existential crises, speak to a world disillusioned with the traditional hero. Their failures feel all too relatable.

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Caught Between Moments and Madness

Done with uni, and it’s finally sinking in. there’s this strange sensation, like a door closing behind me and another one barely cracked open in front. i’m happy, sure, but there’s this emptiness too—a hollow space that used to be filled with the certainty of what comes next. now it’s just this vast, open question, and i feel like i’m already lagging behind, like life’s this marathon and everyone else is a mile ahead. how do you just exist in the moment when the future feels like it’s rushing at you, full speed, and you’re not even sure you’ve got your shoes on the right feet?

i saw my partner again, finally, and there’s something so grounding in our connection. i love the duality of us—the way we can slip between the sheets..., but also just be together, two souls tangled up in something deeper. it’s like we’ve built this world where i can be my messy, chaotic self, and he still looks at me like i’m something worth holding onto. i love him so fiercely, it almost scares me. but sometimes my feelings get all tangled up in knots, and i don’t know what to do with them. i shut down, like a machine overheating, and my mind whispers maybe it’s easier to break it all apart. it’s not him, not really, just this weird, temporary numbness that washes over me when i’m overwhelmed.

and work. god, the whole thing with the sexual harassment... it’s like, do men even hear themselves? he apologized, sure, but then he had the audacity to deny it all happened, to put the blame on me for not saying ‘stop.’ as if it’s not basic decency to know you shouldn’t touch someone without their consent. fuck that. fuck you, seriously.

right now, i’m just here, my thoughts a whirlwind of contradictions. i feel like i’m standing on a tightrope, balancing between happy and sad, good and bad, and it’s exhausting. adulthood is this weird, endless maze, and sometimes it feels like there’s no exit.

i keep telling myself i need to learn how to savor the moment, to find joy in the here and now, but my mind is always spinning with a hundred different ‘what ifs.’ i need to find new things that light me up, need a routine to steady me, need to get better, healthier. but it’s all so overwhelming, this constant pressure to do more, be more. sometimes i just want to scream into the void because it’s like i want everything and nothing, all at once.

so maybe, for now, i’ll just try to be. to sit with myself and all this messy, complicated stuff that makes up who i am.

it’s my life, after all. just mine. and maybe that’s the most terrifying and liberating thing of all.