In the occasional moments of bliss (often induced by inebriation, the love of my life, or when I find something genuinely hilarious), those very human, fleeting seconds of realizing my life as a whole means absolutely nothing and everything at the same time, I feel nihilistic.
And those are the times I feel like I should just publish everything I write out, instead of wondering its validity and presumptuous nature, or contemplating the consequences of judgment from an invisible readership.
