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- Jun 23, 2009
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Don’t worry, eventually you’ll be dead and nothing you ever did will matter. Even the kings and emperors will testify to this truth. All the existential $!@*+$!$ that you perceived in your mind will be replaced by other $!@*+$!$ that you can’t conceive about issues that don’t exist. All issues you worry about will eventually cease to exist. Time will go on, people will live, they will eventually all die. Given enough time the universe will cease to exist and perhaps be reborn to do its thing again.
In the moment, in your lovers arms, in your grandfather’s eyes, all of our misery melts away and you can see that there really isn’t that much that is that meaningful other than a moment. That all of our worries are mere drops in the ocean of existential nihilism, that our truth is much scarier than our imagined fictions. The flowers bloom and then die, they disappear — having performed their purpose in driving the engine of life. It’s simply a dance, a performance, in the scheme of things a movement, with no real purpose other than its form, that’s its truth.
Our truth is different, of a perceived nature, of an imagined meaning, for the real meaning is evident from the fact that all things are born to die, that death is the only logical conclusion to birth. Chaos may be the constructive force of change. If something is killed, something new will replace it, that energy is never wasted and the transformation brings change — the change that it brings can be interpreted as good or bad but that’s not its purpose; its purpose is to change. I could keep dwelling, but the point is this, your worrying is illogical and not well founded because the nature of the universe the biggest tragedy — that all life dies, that all relationships fail, that everything you do can be wiped out in a single moment or over centuries. All we have is the moment, and we are free to create our own meaning in it as we so choose — it’s ours; it belongs to us. The universe does not weep for its morality is to change, at the cost of destruction.
Cliffnotes: What’s the point if everything ends up empty?
I didn't write this, but I'm reading a book on existentialism for English and I found this article. It's really hopeless and depressing when you think about it. Sure you could live your life to the fullest, but in the end the outcome is the same. You won't even have any recolition of how your life was lived.
In the moment, in your lovers arms, in your grandfather’s eyes, all of our misery melts away and you can see that there really isn’t that much that is that meaningful other than a moment. That all of our worries are mere drops in the ocean of existential nihilism, that our truth is much scarier than our imagined fictions. The flowers bloom and then die, they disappear — having performed their purpose in driving the engine of life. It’s simply a dance, a performance, in the scheme of things a movement, with no real purpose other than its form, that’s its truth.
Our truth is different, of a perceived nature, of an imagined meaning, for the real meaning is evident from the fact that all things are born to die, that death is the only logical conclusion to birth. Chaos may be the constructive force of change. If something is killed, something new will replace it, that energy is never wasted and the transformation brings change — the change that it brings can be interpreted as good or bad but that’s not its purpose; its purpose is to change. I could keep dwelling, but the point is this, your worrying is illogical and not well founded because the nature of the universe the biggest tragedy — that all life dies, that all relationships fail, that everything you do can be wiped out in a single moment or over centuries. All we have is the moment, and we are free to create our own meaning in it as we so choose — it’s ours; it belongs to us. The universe does not weep for its morality is to change, at the cost of destruction.
Cliffnotes: What’s the point if everything ends up empty?
I didn't write this, but I'm reading a book on existentialism for English and I found this article. It's really hopeless and depressing when you think about it. Sure you could live your life to the fullest, but in the end the outcome is the same. You won't even have any recolition of how your life was lived.
