Contrary to my initial estimates, it seem like there is a not-insignificant portion of lads my age who, like me, seem to wonder what it is that awaits us out there in the years to come. But that isn't really a cause for celebration. I wonder, are things really as bad as they feel on nights like these? I cannot imagine the generation before us facing this sort of existential turmoil. I think being spoilt for choice plays some role in all of this. It is a topic of perpetual interest to consider what exactly is going to become of all of us who wonder about where we're headed.