When You're Existential: Life Forces You To Move On Anyway

After my dad died, I enrolled into my university. It was only a couple of months after.

I didn't give a fuck about anything then.

I was so existential, truly knowing that life is indeed short.

Every lecture I went for, I thought to myself, "Who the fuck cares about this shit?" with regard to the material they were teaching.

I proceeded to flunk my first semester.

I got a letter from administration that I had to pick myself up or I would be kicked out.

I picked myself up. I graduated eventually.

The world doesn't stop turning for you. It never will.

Life forces you to move on.

It can be a good thing honestly.