Ren
Seeker at heart
- MBTI
- INFJ
- Enneagram
- 146
"I can't go on, I'll go on" (Samuel Beckett, The Unnameable)
The mere fact of living is a complicated and fascinating affair. Hobbes famously called life "nasty, brutish and short". Even the more optimistic among us agree that life is rarely easy. And yet most of us "go on" and stick to life until the end, like Beckett's character in The Unnameable. We go through innumerable pains of various magnitudes to just go on living.
Why? It's paradoxical, in a way, that humans should be constituted in such a way as to be able to look for answers that they then can't find.... or can they?
How do we find, in life, the meaning that helps us get up everyday in the morning? What is that meaning, at the most fundamental level? Is it simply the sheer fear of death, a purely Darwinian affair, or is it something else? Maybe meaning isn't necessary to life?
Why do you "go on"?
The mere fact of living is a complicated and fascinating affair. Hobbes famously called life "nasty, brutish and short". Even the more optimistic among us agree that life is rarely easy. And yet most of us "go on" and stick to life until the end, like Beckett's character in The Unnameable. We go through innumerable pains of various magnitudes to just go on living.
Why? It's paradoxical, in a way, that humans should be constituted in such a way as to be able to look for answers that they then can't find.... or can they?
How do we find, in life, the meaning that helps us get up everyday in the morning? What is that meaning, at the most fundamental level? Is it simply the sheer fear of death, a purely Darwinian affair, or is it something else? Maybe meaning isn't necessary to life?
Why do you "go on"?