Fate and Her Three Faces
I am at a point in my life where one could argue I am standing in the crossroads, awaiting in the twilight for Hecate's three faces to appear and provide me guidance. I am also in the throes of what can only be described as an existential crisis, questioning the nature of my existence and pondering the abiogenesis of my potent consciousness in which I have difficulty deriving its purpose. It seems pointless and hackneyed to continue to scream "Why Am I Here!?" for the millionth time into the void, as countless other human beings have done before me. Perhaps it is better to backtrack in both time and mind, and explore the inextricably tangled paths of my labyrinthine psyche... perhaps. And then there is you, wondering why you are reading the same old existential garbage that this millennial generation has inundated you with; a deluge of nihilism and narcissism which in no way, shape, or form has benefited society. I ask myself why I am bloated with these feelings and rumi...