The Happy Existentialist- A Poem

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Still on a break from If you Ask Me, here’s a poem I wrote.

Life is just a tangled web,
Of jumbled rituals, a societal dress.
But I’m not mad.
These thoughts don’t make me sad.
For I am the happy existentialist.

 

I was here when I was born,
there was no meaning to it all.
But I’m still here.
I hold life dear.
For I am the happy existentialist.

 

Satre said it all before.
Man is free, condemned to nothing more.
And my life in all its mess.
Its meaning I must address.
There is none.

 

But that’s not to say that it’s all bad.
There is a meaning to be had.
I make it up as I go along,
That’s all I can do and nothing more.
That’s all the happy existentialist can do.

 

I suppose that Camus said it too.
Absurdist thoughts from me to you.
The world is crazy, and so am I.
When we look up to the sky, I smile.
I am the happy existentialist.

 

When I cry, I cry,
When I laugh, I laugh.
All existence is but a chance
I am happy for this accident.
You could call me a happy existentialist.

 

Our lives are just a tangled web,
Of jumbled rituals, a societal dress.
But don’t be mad.
These thoughts should not make you sad.
Be The happy existentialist.

 

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Since 2012, Benjamin Attwood has written for the If you Ask Ben blog.

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