Existential crises and the boy

Perhaps one thinks happiness is derived not from knowing, but realising that contentment can only be gained from numbing the senses already conscious to the other elements at work. Perhaps if one found pleasure in the tangible present and attached to it intrinsic values, one would not be remised to look to the past for answers pertaining to existential queries. Perhaps one ought to realise that such a thing could only serve as a medium for experiential melancholy. Perhaps one feels bereft of meaning that one chooses to wallow in such a state.

When one allows oneself to be self-aware, one almost certainly loses touch with the conventional social construct. Existential contentment is not without sacrifice, yet it is this consciousness of being that pulls one away from the genetic imperative that is the essential human experience.

Perhaps if one bothers to venture into thought about existence, one would wonder.