“Do you have an existential crisis? “ Amazed by the cityscape as we walked on the footbridge connecting the pier to the IFC, we made a stop and started the small talk.
“Yep, I do. Existential crisis is like period, not once a month, but once in a while, it strikes.”
“I can relate to. It hits me from time to time. I am a gay who goes to church. I got the hardest hit when I was studying in Canada. While I was in junior college. All of a sudden, I lacked the motivation to carry on with my life. Everything seemed meaningless to me, study, friends, dating. you named it. Back then, I was merely living. I adopted the escapist methods — stayed at home to play video games all day long. The situation was so bad that I was expelled from the school and returned to Hong Kong. Even when I was with my family in Hong Kong, I was still socially withdrawn, stuck in my own world.”
“How did I get back to my own feet ? I guess the support from my family and friends. They kept knocking on my door, engaging and interacting with me even though it was like communicating with a dead fish. Of course, it also came down to a personal epiphany — like the coming of age thing, all your friends start to work, establishing their own career, moving onto the next page of their life. And the guilt upon seeing the disgruntled face from my mom. I just realised that I can’t live like this, so I enrolled into a design school in hong kong.”
“Over this period of time, I realise the importance of seeking help. Vulnerability can be a beautiful thing when you acknowledge it. Whenever I feel the hit, wanna retreat back to my own shell, I’ll share it with my family and friends — a heads-up for them to keep me in the social circle, so that I can be distracted from the nuance of the Existential crisis attack.”