Ennui Gnaws At Me

The Privilege of Existential Ennui

So many people feel empty.  Purposeless.  As if something unspoken had passed them by, or that the opportunity for greatness has eluded them — perhaps forever.

Perhaps the mark of maturity is in finally internalizing the knowledge that “I am not God” — to understand that our potential is not infinite, and that we simply will not have a name that lasts through the generations. We are ordinary people, despite our own self-importance, and embracing that ordinariness and making the best of it may well be the safest path to happiness.


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