I only wish I had somehow the capacity to acquire a better sense of humor to deal with some of life's ordinary and familiar tragedies. Trying to be an entrepreneur the walls have closed in on me and even what once seemed like existential dread is now almost like a warm blanket.
Perhaps a glimmer of hope can be found in the sheer fact that this is something we actively choose. Every day, waking up, and choosing it.
We could very well wake up tomorrow and choose something else. There would, of course, be consequences to that, but it always made the burden a little lighter, at least for me.
Sometimes I enjoy the narrative of my life better than actually living that narrative. But what else can you do, except pursue a hedonistic life style while in reality living a very mid one at best.
Ok well so far my two cents, always happy to spread the cheer
Jane, you make a really good point. I’m not sure what the answer is if there is one.
My hope is that if i complain about this problem for long enough, and in many different ways, someone much smarter than me will comment the answer and tell me what it is.
If/when that happens, I’ll be sure to let you know :)
Thank you so much Michael! I really appreciate that :)
Yes, I'm still reeling from Becker lol.
OMG I LOVE CAMUS. The Stranger is my favorite novel ever - so much so, that I very nearly adopted Meursault, the protagonist's name, as my internet alias!
I only wish I had somehow the capacity to acquire a better sense of humor to deal with some of life's ordinary and familiar tragedies. Trying to be an entrepreneur the walls have closed in on me and even what once seemed like existential dread is now almost like a warm blanket.
That hits a little too hard, Michael.
Perhaps a glimmer of hope can be found in the sheer fact that this is something we actively choose. Every day, waking up, and choosing it.
We could very well wake up tomorrow and choose something else. There would, of course, be consequences to that, but it always made the burden a little lighter, at least for me.
Sometimes I enjoy the narrative of my life better than actually living that narrative. But what else can you do, except pursue a hedonistic life style while in reality living a very mid one at best.
Ok well so far my two cents, always happy to spread the cheer
Jane, you make a really good point. I’m not sure what the answer is if there is one.
My hope is that if i complain about this problem for long enough, and in many different ways, someone much smarter than me will comment the answer and tell me what it is.
If/when that happens, I’ll be sure to let you know :)
This was a fun and interesting read, Max.
I remember when I first read, Beckers denial of death and how much of a mindfuck it was at the time. You cover a lot of what he said really well.
Also, I have a feeling you’ve already heard of him, but just in case you haven’t, Albert Camus and his absurdism might be right up your alley :)
Thank you so much Michael! I really appreciate that :)
Yes, I'm still reeling from Becker lol.
OMG I LOVE CAMUS. The Stranger is my favorite novel ever - so much so, that I very nearly adopted Meursault, the protagonist's name, as my internet alias!
That would have been an awesome internet alias! I really like Camus and The Stranger as well. It’s incredible :)
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