In an existential crisis,
the prejudices you had,
the filters through which you see life,
are temporarily gone.
The view is fantastic
and extremely frightening
at the same moment.
You have to admit that all your prejudices
and all the other BS you thought was true
So you feel bad about your own stupidity
in a way,
and you feel bad because your dreams,
all your dreams are gone.
Then, this doesn’t last,
since mind will soon enough
rebuild a new house for itself
of new adjusted believes,
be it usually a smaller building than before.
Just for the period while your crisis lasts,
try to enjoy the unfiltered view,
sad and happy at the same time.
Be aware that
only your self
that you thought you were
and not the real person
you really are.
Time to discover who you really are,
after this disaster.
That really is an adventure worth living for.