it seems whole life is the procrastination of one single moment of nothingness, when lifes shows itself with it’s full absence of meaning. soon it will pass. and how does it pass will always remain a mistery. maybe we’re just so obsessed with meanings, and so willing to impose an identity and causality to the great plurality of existence. our stubborness is the very origin of our anguish.
but how can we accept the pluralism of existence, if our own words just arrests us into the everlasting nostalgia for an other world?
i just don’t know.
the question is what the fuck did happen with my life for me to spend a significant part of my day at work watching clips from miley cyrus?
is it or not life on it’s top absence of meaning?
anyway, just breathing here…
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I think you’re onto something with ‘our stubbornness is the very origin of our anguish’. I wouldn’t say origin, but it can bring it to further depths. It can be helpful not to look too far for meaning, or it becomes more of a rarity. But depression takes meaning away from even the smallest things, and leaves you with worse than nothing. When it’s got hold of you, it’s like seeing the world through the eyes of another creature.
Ordinary people seem to not realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death, If this is true, and they have actually been looking foward to death all their lives, it would of course be absurd to be troubled when the thing comes for which they have so long been preparing and looking foward.
Yes, your life has a meaning, but this meaning wont appeal you or anyone else here, it’s simple and well lets put that way, pluralism and different views of life are first embodied by your senses as a human and second they are artificially build to give a meaning, all this mechanism that we call brain is an incredible machine that will seek the most surreal dreams you can even imagine, but some desires cannot be changed, they always prevail and they are the final meaning of your life, you will know what I am talking about or not.
Procrastinating is an art, never forget the importance of doing nothing… Although people always say that doing nothing for too long can put your sanity at risk, I don’t mind that anymore. I’d love to have more time to myself at this point… I mean, real time, not just crumbles of time to hide in my room and browse the web (who am I trying to fool? Even if I had energy enough to do something more productive, I’d probably just hide in my room and browse the web and eat candy anyways)… I’m probably already ‘insane, but with long intervals of sanity’.
The truth is that I don’t really know how to stop in the middle when I’m given the chance to choose. Not my fault. I love doing everything in my head when I’m not doing anything IRL — rewriting and reorganizing my thoughts, doubts and all the what ifs that won’t take me anywhere.
Searching for a meaning to our own existence is one of our reasons to keep existing btw. The meaning of life is looking for a meaning, and that’s why we’re still here after all (since there’s no ultimate meaning apart from the individual ones, our quest won’t ever end). Curiosity is one of the best ingredients of the human soul, we love asking ourselves about what’s going to happen tomorrow. People always get intrigued (from what will happen tomorrow to what’s the next Miley Cyrus single). Or should, if they’re not totally numb yet.
Yes, I know that nothing I said makes much sense, but I had a tough day.
I hope you still like this, I believe they’re better than Miley Cyrus:
youtu.be/unZYqNYuRxc
(PS. Hopefully I’m not crazy and you are in fact Lex Q. I know your writing style. Nostalgia é te ver de novo por aqui)