I often find myself doubting, not only the convictions of others, but my very own beliefs that drive and inspire me to act in a certain way. Although this self-doubt really leads me to have a lot of existential angst and frustration concerning truth and progress, I do think it might be healthy to doubt one's self every once and awhile. Or at least, cognitive dissonance fools me into believing such (ah, look what I did there). Anywho! Doubt. Does it permeate your life? Do you look upon it as a blessing or a curse? And how do we know when we have gone too far in doubting something? Has doubt arisen as some sort of a survival mechanism to keep ourselves in check from oversensationalism?