Existentialist Monologue

An Existentialist’s Monologue
Written by: Josh Altorfer



Person: Here I am.  I guess I’ve got myself into this.  Here I am; my car is hanging over the edge.  It’s just time before I plummet to my death.  Maybe I should pray.  But . . . why would I pray.  Am I praying because my parents taught me to, or because I want to?  Or is it because that’s what society tells me to do in a time like this.  Why am I praying? I may just pray for strength, but I need to do something to get that strength.  That power won’t just come over me.  What will I have to do to receive this strength?  Do I even know?  The car is beginning to tip.  I should be doing something.  But what?  I should climb into the back seat and climb out the back door.  Maybe I should pray this time.  But why would I?  This is such a petty situation.  Why am I making such a deal about praying?  I’m just going to act, that is the only thing that will cause something to happen. Acting is the only way out of this situation.  No praying will get me out of this, just wasting my time and letting my car slip farther and farther over the edge.  But wait, here goes my car.  I’m now falling to my death.  There was so much in life that I should have done.  Why didn’t I act?  So much regret, I’ve never truly experienced life.  People should never regret, never put off what they want to do.  The ground is approaching faster and faster.  I should have acted, I should hav--