"Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions

are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness

and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Entry 1: Existentialism

Sometimes I wonder if this life is real, or if I simply imagined it, if you can choose a name, change the person that people have come to know, until they don't know you anymore, can you make it so you don't know the person you've become? Can you make it so you don't exist...I've been blind. I forgot...I look in the mirror and I don't see the person I use to know staring back. There is this stranger there, a stranger I can't replace.

My eyes have bore a hole into my head, they sink and swallow my mind, I blink and reveal an empty shell. A shell like a naked head frozen in the wind.

My mind is a petal..and petals die in the wind, blowing and wrapping themselves around the feet of strangers. They are crushed beneath the weight of strangers, the weight of the wind, that has blown them far and away from the flowers they where once so nearly and dearly attached to.

Existentialism-"Since we are all ultimately alone, isolated islands of subjectivity in an objective world, we have absolute freedom over our internal nature, and the source of our value can only be internal."

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