There’s a new war out there, but you and I? We’re fine. Can you feel the existential guilt? Can you look at yourself in the mirror, wade your way through another day at work, Netflix and chill in the face of the tragic meaninglessness of life?
I hope it’s a little harder these days—it means that you’re still human after all— and that you find the courage to embrace the feeling lest it turns to apathy, denial, and shame. Don’t push back. Through guilt, you figure out your responsibility, and then you can figure out what to do about it.