Midnight existential angst.

It is always at its apex when, in silence and under cover of darkness, one day supplants another.  Sleep recedes, drawing back like the tide of an ever quickening, warm ocean.

Freud wrote that we are driven by two basic needs: the sex urge and the desire to be great. Is it a sign of advancing age that the latter eclipses the former?

When I was young, I chased young women. But at midnight now my mind will chase the racing, red, flame-bright hare of purpose, that year by year gains distance from me with its burning slim legs, as the years ahead themselves grow fewer.

3 thoughts on “Midnight existential angst.”

  1. Reblogged this on Readsalot and commented:
    Fear not, Eric, though our mortality is certain, there are many things that we can do to improve the life left in us.

    Exercise vigorously, eat well, and remember at least one good thing about your day and you soon will find that your mind will gently slip into that ever blissful dream state. Who knows? Maybe tonight’s nocturnal wanderings will lead you to that long sought after great revelation…


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