the former is basically "why do i exist, and why do humans, or anything else for that matter, bother to exist?"
the latter, seems to be more of a "who am i? am i a different and unique individual? can i be special and fit in the rest of the crowd at the same time? what does everyone else think of me anyway?"
apparently most people go through a bit of an identity crisis throughout their teenage years, grow out of it, and is usually no longer an issue for the rest of their lives.
maybe, as we grow older, we realize, we may be somewhat special to a very few people, and very unspecial to everyone else. and since sitting around bemoaning what people think of us isn't very constructive, we stop really worrying about it.
but maybe i've only partially outgrown it.
