Existential shadow

I was sitting in my kitchen

It was a good morning, I thought

Most mornings last winter were misery

I didn't like waking up to misery

But that morning

It was good

I was eating eggs and oatmeal

I was enjoying my morning, and my eggs,

Then

My mind interrupted

You're sad and full of misery now, it said

Why, I responded, things were so swell with my eggs

Because,

Those eggs are keeping you alive

Those eggs help you exist

But you don't know why you exist

You eat your eggs

You eat to survive

But you don't know why you eat to survive

Those eggs are good

But you eat them without reason

You eat them like a helpless child taking fistfuls of apple sauce

You are right, I am miserable, I said