You see, it starts with a gentle breeze. A gentle rocking motion that makes you wonder: 'What am I doing with my life?' It's the feeling of being a feather, blown about by the wind, never quite touching the ground, never quite sure which way is up.
And so, you fall, a leaf on the wind, lost in the vast expanse of 'What Ifs'. But don't worry, it's a natural process. Even the great philosophers of old, like Jean-Paul Sartre, fell prey to the contingencies of life.
But, you know, it's not all bad. Sometimes, in the midst of falling, you find a sense of... well, not quite peace, but a certain je ne sais quoi. A sense of 'I'm not really sure, but I'll figure it out as I go.'