A Sense of Powerlessness
Surely it must be true of all humans, that for a significant percentage of your life, it is spent trying to figure out what is going on. Certainly in early childhood that seems demonstrably true - what can I eat? What is hot, what is cold? How do I communicate with these other people? These people in particular seem to care about me - that feels nice; I'll stay with them for a while; and so on. Then as a teenager you perhaps start to figure out more about who you are and what the body of yours can do - and maybe start to think about the entirety of existence, and your place within it. That feels familiar to me - but I think it absolutely doesn't stop there if you don't want it to. Yes there are some avenues where folks accept there being no answer to 'why this?', and carry on a path for the rest of their lives (and, objectively, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that) - whilst others continue to question things: Why do we work? Why are we supposed