A feeling of excruciating agony resulting from utmost self awareness and pensive, meticulous analysis of the future, your purpose, and your absurd existence; a process that is occasionally followed by a traumatizing despair that requires further rumination, thereby engulfing oneself in a loop of existential anguish, dread, and sempiternal desolation.
He's constantly
disturbed by overthinking his life purpose too often; I think that such a mexancholy is
inevitable.
