Dear existential angst...

I know it can feel despairing at times to feel as we do and very lonely but I am glad for it at the end. It is what separates and defines us as people. Some see it as "troubled people" and skim over us, categorising us as lost souls. We are all lost. WE just like to pinch ourselves and ask, WHY? Why is there a universe? Is there another universe? Is there a god? What is science... How can i articulate every murmur of my heart and translate from the record of my brain through a needle to the speaker of this already roaringly loud world! How??

How? We find people like ourselves. like me and you. We read books. Each author instils a part of themselves inside those pages. When we open the cover we are greeting the writer. All those emotions poured into each page for us. People like me and you who need help and guidance. Jack Kerouac is talking to me and you! He knows how it feels and we explore it together and that's how we stay sane!