I am irrevocably committed to being permanently indecisive.

The things I fear may all be imaginary, so what I fear most is my imagination.

What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die?

At any moment, I could start being a better person...but which moment should I choose?

Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.

The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.

Aren't I lucky, to have survived so much bad luck.