I think a traumatic experience is what makes one question life most.
Before I went on a “trip of a life time” I was in a really good place, probably the happiest I had ever been…but was this just because I knew my situation was temporary and I was moving? Or was I genuinely happy? I guess we will never know.
I do know, that after leaving for this trip, making a mess of my life and coming home, I’m the saddest I have ever been…but is it because of the trip specifically? Or is it because of my past, my childhood, feeling lost with university ending and having no idea what I want to do with my life? I guess we will never know.
This traumatic experience has brought me to this thought though…is life just a constant cycle of finding happiness, losing it, and then, trying to find it again?
I think this may be true…great…