"Ok, roughly, the definition of existentialism is the philosophical theory which emphasizes the existence of individuals as free and responsible people, who determine their own development through acts of will, correct?"
"Uh, yes t-that's correct"
"And an existentialist would be a person who believes in such theory, correct?"
"Yes," he nodded.
"So the question wouldn't be "How many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb"," I begin, "It would be whether they make the choice to change it at all. Would they change the bulb and live in the light, or simply allow the darkness to exist?"
I was a victim of a serial killer-the only one who made it out alive.
I was kidnapped when I was 19. Kept in a small, suffocating room with no light, no sense of time, no hope. My only companions were the screeching of rats and the silence that gnawed at my sanity slowly.
I tried to escape-of course I did. But the room offered nothing. No tools, no weak points. Nothing. My captor knew this. He made sure of it.
So I stopped hoping for freedom. I knew how this story would end. And when I dreamed, it was of light and voices-a cruel trick of my mind.
Until one day, the dream felt different.