EXISTENTIALISM: YOUR LIFE... IS YOUR LIFE. PERIOD!

— A rather existential observation by Blanç.

Morning!

Or, well... good afternoon, good evening and good night, depending on what unfortunate hour you've decided to entertain my thoughts.

Existentialism.

Hmmmm...

I'll be honest. The first time I encountered this word, I genuinely thought someone had invented it to make ordinary conversations unnecessarily complicated.

I mean, Existentialism?

I initially assumed it was the art of being yourself outside yourself. You know, EXISTENTIAL... existence... all that rather sophisticated linguistic business.

But no.

It concerns something considerably more interesting.

Your existence. Your life. Your freedom to discover what it means to be YOU.

And honestly, I find that rather beautiful.

Think about it.

You and I were given the opportunity to exist, to experience the world, make mistakes, develop opinions, fall in love, change our minds, and gradually discover who we are.

Nobody handed us a complete instruction manual.

We're practically improvising our way through existence.

And somehow, that's wonderful.

But here's something rather sobering.

Have you ever heard of Adolf Hitler?

Yes, that gentleman. The one whose name I'd rather not entertain over breakfast.

His regime attempted to eliminate something fundamental from the existence of Jewish people: their freedom to live as themselves.

Their identities, cultures, choices and very humanity were systematically attacked. Simply being identified as Jewish could mean persecution, deportation and death.

Imagine being forced to hide an essential part of yourself simply because existing openly could cost you your life.

Suddenly, the freedom to discover who you are doesn't seem like such an ordinary privilege, does it?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is something worth thinking about.

The fact that you woke up today with the freedom to make decisions, pursue interests, express yourself, laugh at ridiculous things and determine what kind of person you wish to become is a gift.

A rather extraordinary one.

So, if you struggled to find a reason to be grateful last night, perhaps you have one this morning.

You are here.

You exist.

And you still have the opportunity to decide what your existence means.

As for our dear Voldemort—sorry, the gentleman whose name must not be mentioned—let's just say history is considerably better off without him.

Although, I suppose that's one philosophical argument he won't be participating in.

Your life is your life. Live it, discover it, and for heaven's sake, don't let someone else convince you that you were born without the right to be yourself.

— Blanç