Contemplations of An Existentialist

Life secretly offering fleeting moments of happiness… but the underlying sadness creeps through; the grief of human condition always seeps through from the unconscious. I always imagined it as the watery liquid separating from the unctuous and the solid matter of the brain as a pervading force that relentlessly pursued my happiness. I am reminded often that this life offers no protracted security of contentment only taunting bits of joy. Is that what we must satisfy ourselves with then? We are to be grateful solely for the passing seconds of joy. In this life we are offered only an empire of dirt and the subconscious encumbered with the knowledge that we are merely destined become part of that empire.