- MBTI
- ENFP
- Enneagram
- 947 sx/sp
I watched the video. I guess I am an absurdist and I am with Sartre.
In the video, he kept referring to states of despair and suchlike.
A modicum of emotional regulation, please. So there’s no plan, and that’s okay. Relax. Embrace the uncertainty and ambiguity.
It’s fine to say I don’t know. It’s fine to accept responsibility for one’s understanding of experience.
I don’t know. Maybe indeed when I die, my body rots and that’s that. I’m okay with that, if that’s what is on offer.
He seemed terrified by the idea of a godless existentialism. That’s his way, and I accept that.
I don’t care. Meaning, if I am just here, and there’s no reason for that, that’s okay. I am here, and I am not important.
He seemed to need answers, so much so that he was willing to create them as needed. That’s fine. To live a human life can indeed be terrifying.
But I will not lie. I will not pretend. I have no answers, and I do not know. What does this all mean? I suppose that’s contextual. In the grandest scheme, nothing, and that’s okay. What comes after? Maybe nothing, and that’s okay. Regardless, why care or worry about it?
If we are born, live, and die, for no reason, and no purpose, would it matter? I think and feel my life is more than enough. I have suffered, and I have known bliss. I have seen beauty and witnessed horrors. Is this somehow cheap if this is all there is?
Well, why even place a value on it? Why decide? All this categorization of good and evil, and meaning versus chaos, and faith versus reason.
Who cares? Would I trust any answer? How could I know the truth, even if I had an answer?
You can tell me there’s no God, no meaning, nothing beyond, and my response is “okay.” And that’s okay, because what does my answer matter? It matters not.
Cheers,
Ian
In the video, he kept referring to states of despair and suchlike.
A modicum of emotional regulation, please. So there’s no plan, and that’s okay. Relax. Embrace the uncertainty and ambiguity.
It’s fine to say I don’t know. It’s fine to accept responsibility for one’s understanding of experience.
I don’t know. Maybe indeed when I die, my body rots and that’s that. I’m okay with that, if that’s what is on offer.
He seemed terrified by the idea of a godless existentialism. That’s his way, and I accept that.
I don’t care. Meaning, if I am just here, and there’s no reason for that, that’s okay. I am here, and I am not important.
He seemed to need answers, so much so that he was willing to create them as needed. That’s fine. To live a human life can indeed be terrifying.
But I will not lie. I will not pretend. I have no answers, and I do not know. What does this all mean? I suppose that’s contextual. In the grandest scheme, nothing, and that’s okay. What comes after? Maybe nothing, and that’s okay. Regardless, why care or worry about it?
If we are born, live, and die, for no reason, and no purpose, would it matter? I think and feel my life is more than enough. I have suffered, and I have known bliss. I have seen beauty and witnessed horrors. Is this somehow cheap if this is all there is?
Well, why even place a value on it? Why decide? All this categorization of good and evil, and meaning versus chaos, and faith versus reason.
Who cares? Would I trust any answer? How could I know the truth, even if I had an answer?
You can tell me there’s no God, no meaning, nothing beyond, and my response is “okay.” And that’s okay, because what does my answer matter? It matters not.
Cheers,
Ian