When all else fails...

You are swept away into a void of uncertainty. Everything around you falls to peices and you are separated and detached from all that is real. The floor moves up, the ceiling moves down, and they move through you. You have lost touch with reality and have little hope of restablishing that link with everything you once knew. All your attempts to maintain that inner sense of existence within a uniform and consistent universe have failed. You tried to keep up your grades. You tried to keep your friends. You tried to keep your religion. But none of these things kept you attached to life. All else has failed and now you are detached. You have annihilated yourself and your existence is meaningless. Yet, somehow, you still exist, in another realm, another enduring space. You see everything as it was, as it still is, and as it continues to be, in that world you lost. Yet you cannot touch it, cannot smell it, cannot experience it. Remember, you don't exist in that world anymore, you annihilated yourself.

Soon, you begin to know your annihilation, the way you once knew your life. Things become clearer now that you can walk through walls. You notice the weeping, the tears, the hatred, the jealousy, and on occasion you even notice the happiness. Now that you don't exist, you stop thinking about your existence and simply long for the existence you see in everyone else. You've become an existentialist by proxy, and realize that if only you had thought more about your existence when you had one, maybe you might have noticed it's worth. Maybe you might have been able to hold onto it. Maybe you wouldn't have become detached. Maybe you wouldn't have annihilated yourself. Maybe all else really did fail, but then again, you never tried noticing your existence.