malakaix
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How does one reconcile this?
This has been the poison coursing through my veins for many years now, slowly corroding my spirit. It'a paradoxical in the sense that the realization of this concept grants the subject the freedom to create meaning and define life without restriction, but always aware that existence is objectively meaningless.
Albert Camus wrote about this in his essay 'The Myth of Sisyphus'; in Greek mythology Sisyphus was a king who was punished by been compelled to roll a boulder up a hill and watch it roll back down, repeating this action forever. Camus concluded in his essay that '"The struggle itself [...] is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
I personally feel like this is a situation that can't be resolved on its own, i can distract myself for a period of time but i always come back to the void. I am always operating from a place of emptiness, there is no foundation. This has slowly lead me into existential nihilism. It would seem to me based on Camus's conclusion that the solution is to become completely engaged with the struggle, finding oneself in a state of been perpetually busy. - But is this really it?
Could this existential crisis also be catalyzed by a society and culture that no longer has a collective vision, but is becoming increasingly individualistic? Or be more prominent in lower context cultures opposed to higher context cultures which are more collectivist.
There are few times in my life that i recall feeling content and fulfilled, and they always involved been a part of a community working towards a collective goal. That goal may have be meaningless in the spectrum of everything if we follow the principles of existentialism, but the journey towards it with people who shared the same vision provided me with a sense of purpose, which i believe was the point Camus was making.
What do you think?
Wikipedia said:The notion of the Absurd contains the idea that there is no meaning in the world beyond what meaning we give it.
This has been the poison coursing through my veins for many years now, slowly corroding my spirit. It'a paradoxical in the sense that the realization of this concept grants the subject the freedom to create meaning and define life without restriction, but always aware that existence is objectively meaningless.
Wikipedia said:"Existential angst", sometimes called dread, anxiety, or anguish, is a term that is common to many existentialist thinkers. It is generally held to be a negative feeling arising from the experience of human freedom and responsibility. The archetypal example is the experience one has when standing on a cliff where one not only fears falling off it, but also dreads the possibility of throwing oneself off. In this experience that "nothing is holding me back", one senses the lack of anything that predetermines one to either throw oneself off or to stand still, and one experiences one's own freedom.
Albert Camus wrote about this in his essay 'The Myth of Sisyphus'; in Greek mythology Sisyphus was a king who was punished by been compelled to roll a boulder up a hill and watch it roll back down, repeating this action forever. Camus concluded in his essay that '"The struggle itself [...] is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
I personally feel like this is a situation that can't be resolved on its own, i can distract myself for a period of time but i always come back to the void. I am always operating from a place of emptiness, there is no foundation. This has slowly lead me into existential nihilism. It would seem to me based on Camus's conclusion that the solution is to become completely engaged with the struggle, finding oneself in a state of been perpetually busy. - But is this really it?
Could this existential crisis also be catalyzed by a society and culture that no longer has a collective vision, but is becoming increasingly individualistic? Or be more prominent in lower context cultures opposed to higher context cultures which are more collectivist.
There are few times in my life that i recall feeling content and fulfilled, and they always involved been a part of a community working towards a collective goal. That goal may have be meaningless in the spectrum of everything if we follow the principles of existentialism, but the journey towards it with people who shared the same vision provided me with a sense of purpose, which i believe was the point Camus was making.
What do you think?


