I’ve become more of an existentialist as my depression moved forward. Thus this joke only just struck me as funny. If you are an existentialist then the life you have is the only one you ever will, and possibly the only one in all of existence. We can’t verify that others experience things, so they are uncertain.
I’m trying to move on with my life. Tomorrow I’m calling HR and going to ask for leave and time, because my panic attacks have started to last hours again. I may walk away from the helping professions forever, it’s a mid life crisis, changing what you do is part of the formula. So in some very real ways I will destroy the world, the known world for me for the past 33 years. Into the unknown, into the void, possibly into nothingness.