For a brief period in my 20s, I tried to go the party way to forget my troubles and my existential horror. But then my self awareness got me in the chest. I saw the pointlessness of it all even when I was in the moment, laughing and drinking in dark bars. The only thing that made it all good was some of the friends I made. And I can see that reflected in your piece too. Ultimately, relationships, a human bond, nature, are what make a thinking life liveable.

Sweet read. :)