Welcome to my tapestry of troublesome thoughts, where the threads of reason and sanity are forever tangled.
Should I exist or not exist? It's a question that plagues me every morning, much like the Sisyphean weight of an unmade bed.
Ponder the Uncertainty PrincipleAm I trapped in a never-ending cycle of thought, forever doomed to navigate the Minotaur's deadly maze?
Find the Sweet Spot in the MazeIs it worth the effort to fold the fjords, or will they simply unfold into a mess of existential dread?
Tackle the Fjord of Futility