Philosophy

That could be part of it. The way I see it, Nihilism is more than a philosophy, it’s a terminal mind infection— left untreated, it nearly always shows itself to be incompatible with life. Much like Syphilis, actually.

I understand that fear. I was in a very similar spot once. For that very reason, I don’t read much philosophy anymore.

I try to tell myself that life is meaningful and that there’s a bigger cosmic plan to things, even if that assertion can’t be backed up by my own experiences or by logical thinking. My reasoning for doing so is this:

I believe that I am like a blind cave fish. A cave fish does not know that it is blind, because its entire species has been collectively blind for innumerable generations. Now, let’s pretend for a moment that we were somehow able to talk or otherwise communicate with these blind fish, and tell them about the color blue.
The fish probably wouldn’t be able to comprehend our claim, let alone feel inclined to believe it. “There’s no such thing as blue. I can’t prove that there is. You are lying to me.”

Nevertheless, no matter how much the blind cave fish chooses to deny it, the color blue DOES exist. It just can’t, in its limited body, experience it.

Likewise, I believe that human logic and reasoning, which rely on sensory experiences and an imperfect, organic brain, can only take you so far. You never know in what ways our species might be “blind.”

Although logic and reason tell me otherwise, I choose to believe in a higher power and in a higher purpose. Because I accept that things can exist outside of my perception.

But that’s just what’s right for me. I have no way of knowing what’s right for another.

Thanks mus! 🙂