It’s been some time since we’ve last talked.

Hm.. What a joke to pretend like you’re the only one Tumblr.. but it’s not my fault. It’s not like I’ve gone anywhere. In fact, it seems like I’m never going anywhere. But that can’t be entirely true. We’re all going somewhere, even if that somewhere isn’t where we want to end up. And yet… here I am. Back again.

The world might be broken, but only insofar as I’ve deemed it to be. That sounds a bit existentialistic doesn’t it? Well I guess it possesses dual resonance as it’s also as true as truth gets. But we only affirm truth, right? That’s what Rob Bell says, but then again I don’t believe a theological thing that man says so maybe Rob and I are equally lost in some predefined world in which I simply cannot accept.

I’m currently writing a paper on suffering in both Existentialism and Buddhism. I think it’s going to turn out well, but I guess there’s no objective way to retroactively classify it as such. Eh. If it makes sense to… wait. We don’t have that group anymore. But I’ve already said that I haven’t gone anywhere, right?

There are an infinite number of possibility for one to choose at any moment ( a virtual infinite really ) and yet we are forced to choose one potentiality and, with the same stroke, negate the other, virtually infinite, options. It seems like, no matter how minute the opportunity cost for the other individuals options may be, the collective cost far outweighs the benefits of any given choice. It thus seems that we choose knowing ( or not yet realizing ) that the totality of opportunity cost will always greatly outweigh the benefits we reap. And yet we continue to march on, right? The Existentialists are correct again it seems; we are forced into this ontological freedom. The problem is that transcendence is a singularity. What we need is the option to choose multiple options.

Are you ready? The world is most definitely collapsing at this very moment. You could ask how I know but it’s so easy to see; it’s written in your eyes, etched into the very being of you it seems. Sure, existentially complete, but that just simply isn’t enough.