Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
I found the prose unsettling at bit, the long rumbling of questions that seeks to endear us to doubts. Maybe, we are stopping because it is not an utopian world and maybe someone doesn’t need to function at high potential of his value. Existential crisis would be there as long as we exist. You want to read books but than you have to bring bread to the table. You want to watch movies but your children needs a better education so you are a slave to destiny.
