I’m pushing half a century in an industry that is not kind to old guys. I try to fend it off but every now and then it hits me. I’m pretty sure this is not unique to my life experience, or it wouldn’t have a term :-)
Every day since I was in junior high about. Knowing that I have nothing to really look forward to except working a job I don’t really want to afford to barely keep myself alive right up until the day I die, alone and forgotten.
I think it’s a natural part of growing/waking up to the fact that, despite what we are all told from birth, there actually is no “point” to any of it. At all.
The challenge is to flip our perception to appreciate how wonderfully liberating this is.
At least once a week. Sometimes almost daily.
Ah it is 5:30, time for my evening existential crisis. I have to be sure not to go over again as I don’t want to miss my show.
Pretty much daily. I just want it to end
