malmon I often have this feeling. Especially as of recent, I've been wondering what life would resemble if I were a bit more obedient, a bit more incurious. Felt even the slightest shred of joy in "sticking to the script". Instead, every moment is a desperate bid to make sense of their experience in the world. A wild pendulum between existential sorrow, and meaningful happiness.
I want off Mr. Sartre's wild ride.