The Quarter-Life Crisis Of An Over Dramatic Millenial

Do people really have a short attention span, or are they just being constantly bombarded by a barrage of information, in a world that is constantly seeking attention?

The only person who didn’t have a problem with creating is God. Now, that’s the blankest canvass anybody can ever have, emptiness. Not an empty earth or empty heaven, just an empty nothing. Imagine being the first to ever create or make anything, nothing will ever beat that. Nothing. Yet, God outdid himself.

Now, there is just so much out there, you start to wonder if what the universe really needs is your work. I mean, at this rate, we are all competing with God for most creative. For how many eons has the world existed? How much has been created since then? I can’t even think about it.

To be honest, I’m tired. I’m tired because there’s way too much stuff out there, I’m also tired because I feel empty and at a loss for what to create. I’m tired because people seem to think anything matters, their work, their creativity, or anything for that matter.

Let me digress by saying I always struggle with 2 seemingly opposing views. On the one hand, I’m plagued by the consciousness that life is vanity, and nothing matters for shit. It really makes me lethargic. But on the other hand, if everyone else is putting their stuff out there, why shouldn’t I? Also, apart from that, well, I’m downright brilliant, and should I really have come all the way to earth without having exerted my most creative self? Whew. It keeps me up at night.

Back to my tiredness. Isn’t it a little ridiculous that we, humans, this gutless species, really pride ourselves in our importance and worth and ideas? We want to be listened to so badly, heard, recognised, respected, holding meetings (lmao!), doing so called important things. I might be going through a midlife crisis.

I have a job, I earn a salary, but it all feels like a weird joke. An absurd dance. We’re clowns, more and more, I feel like we’re getting better at being clowns. We have so perfected our acts, that they’re no longer “costumes” to be taken off, they have become the personality. Those of us that try to take off the costume or remind people that it’s all still an act are either too scared (what if we’re the crazy ones and it’s not an act?) or we do speak and are made to look and sound crazy.

I’m tired. The whole thing. Coming to work every day, doing things and feeling so important, sometimes, it doesn’t make sense. I was just on the verge of making a hackneyed “life is sh*t” quote, but is there any point? I don’t know how to end this. And that’s one thing I’m learning in my job, ending things, concluding them. Writing “emotive” titles so people that don’t know me or my work will be interested enough to want to read anything I write.

How am I supposed to know how things end all the time? Sometimes some pictures are clear and you know where to land, sometimes, all you can write is your own part in a long and convoluted story. You can only write the part you know, it’s not the beginning nor the end, it’s your part.

Anyway, I should go now.