I don't even know who I am anymore

<p>Does anyone know?</p>

<p>Why do I even exist? Why is the world not so magical anymore? Why am I not 12 like I was for so long? Why isn't the gap between the child and adult worlds as big as I thought it was? How in the heck did I actually manage to get people attached to me, even closely? (for a while, anyways?) People who I even wanted to get attached to? (it was so magical at the time, even though the inevitability of life made them eventually leave me?) I'm more amazed that I even got so close to them in the first place.</p>

<p>Why isn't it eternal DaRkNeSs? How does time keep on going on and on? Why do I sometimes look down on people who find it magical to reach milestones that I now consider trivial? Even though those milestones were so <em>amazing</em> at that time? (and from many senses they still are magical)</p>

<p>Are you a ■■■■■?</p>

<p>Wut? I’m a mage. I vanquish ■■■■■■ by casting magic missiles and summoning water elementals on them.</p>

<p>It’s a phase. I had it for the past few years. I’m getting over it now.</p>

<p>What is the point of my existence?</p>

<p>Die, forsaken mage!</p>

<p>Blizzaga!</p>

<p>I had a similar existential crisis a bit back. What I came to realize is:</p>

<ol>
<li>I don’t know why I was born</li>
<li>There may be ** no ** reason to it all</li>
</ol>

<p>Either way, I decided that since I’ll die no matter what I might as well enjoy my time here.</p>

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that’s the million dollar question.</p>