The more I think about everything, the more confusing it all becomes. Socrates was once noted for saying that a wise man is one who realizes he/she knows nothing. Now, I'm not saying I'm wise, but my knowledge seems superfluous. There has been a hidden world that has been only just revealed to me, and I plain don't know what to make of it.

Decisions that once seemed obvious, now seem convoluded and alien. I don't know what to make of reality, and I can't stop thinking about it.

An existential crisis of sorts, except that I don't even understand the problem.

If there is no meaning to the universe, then does anything truly exist? Can something exist without reason? If so, how can we attach meaning to objects whether concrete or abstract?

Can you ever know yourself? Can you ever truly know someone else? Does it matter?

It's weird, but these questions actually are worrying me. Because the answers (if those exist...) dictate the responses to other questions and decisions that I have.

On a sidenote, my friend Steve found an interesting pamphlet on Nihilism distributed by a Christian cult. It gave very poor answers, hopefully I can find some better ones.