I met up with some friends at a pub last week.
As they’re getting plastered I’m sitting back and biting my tongue and watching each syllable fly from my mouth for fear of giving up too much up myself.
An hour in I make the mistake of murmuring quietly, during an aside with my friend, “Did you notice that after we graduated we went through a huge wave of existential crisis? Contemplating what to do with our lives now that we have the time? Don’t you question what to do with your degree and what you’re supposed to accomplish before you die?”
He looked at me blankly, sipped his drink. I could see his eyes start to wander off and watched him mentally grab his coat and check out of the conversation.
An existential crisis may result from:
- The sense of being alone and isolated in the world;
- A new-found grasp or appreciation of one’s mortality;
- Believing that one’s life has no purpose or eternal meaning;
- Searching for the meaning of life;
- Shattering of one’s sense of reality, or how the world is;
- Awareness of one’s freedom and the consequences of accepting or rejecting that freedom;
- An extremely pleasurable or hurtful experience that leaves one seeking meaning.
Food for thought.