by Jimmy Mengel
I’ve come to the point in my life where I am really starting to question my own existence…
What am I doing here? Why do I do the things I do? What is the meaning of this absurd journey we call life?
Maybe it’s because I am getting older. Maybe it’s because I’m raising children. Or maybe I’m suffering from the existential angst that we all have to face at some point in our lives.
Now, I’m not here to give you a philosophical lecture — far from it. I am in no position to do so, as I am more confused about life every waking hour (which is in-and-of-itself a philosophical topic for another day.)