Yes, so is life. I’ve written so many things that I hesitate to publish because the world is either toxically positive or toxically negative. Most days, I’m just numb. And then I see strength like this article and it is empowering.
A beautiful punch in the soul of this life of pain and joy we’ve lived as shades of the past veil the present of our presence to free the wrought of iron’s ache with light of Mrs. Doubtfire hiding Williams’ shadows.
I think for Camus it's not so much about imagining Sisyphus happy as in joyous, which is absurd, it's this notion of rationality that modernity pushes on us.
That's the angst that we feel. The misfits who can't go along with the program. Camus' point was we overlay a false notion of rationality onto Existence which is essentially irrational. We give it a false rationality to give ourselves a false comfort. "Everything happens for a reason" kind of shit.
Can we find meaning in the melancholy? The absurd choice isn't to see Sisyphus happy but to keep pushing the boulder in spite of the melancholy.
There's a quote attributed to Heidegger I really like: 'Since we can never hope to understand why we're here, if there's even anything to understand, the individual should choose a goal and pursue it wholeheartedly, despite the certainty of death and the meaninglessness of action.'
Can we push on just out of spite? Can we transcend our own darkness and melancholy to achieve a state that's wholly driven by ourselves? Can Sisyphus take the act of being cursed, and pushing this rock as his own at some point? For Camus it's Sisyphus finding a happiness in a self-driven purpose even while cursed.
Is happiness and meaning contained within the self-driven purpose beyond serotonin and dopamine levels?
I hope so. At least it's what I've been pursuing for most of my life.
Great piece. You referenced a lot of my favorite authors. Your writing style is very evocative.
Dang . I’ll comment because this is a brilliant piece. Although it’s 5am and I’m opening an airport and haven’t had coffee yet
glad I could start your Sunday off right
Painfully beautiful. I feel every word. Please understand you’re doing powerful work.
thank you so much
I know it’s a bit morbid but I figure so is life
Yes, so is life. I’ve written so many things that I hesitate to publish because the world is either toxically positive or toxically negative. Most days, I’m just numb. And then I see strength like this article and it is empowering.
Lots of likes, but no comments. Granted, it was a perfect piece, but I think it was so powerful as to stop all us suicidal writers in our tracks.
Thank you for saying this Jack, means an awful lot
Every paragraph is an essay in its own. Then the Audioslave song.
I miss Chris Cornell something awful
I counter with this...
https://youtu.be/SJUhlRoBL8M?si=MtXVWiu2Hu9Mi_0c
Hahhaha
Hahahahaha. I sustain the best of us make jokes even in the pits of hell.
Now there is a meaningful publication!
Thank you Giles
This is gold
thank you - in a strange way it was almost fun to write
loving suicidal writers is a hobby
I am just generally glad that you decided to swim back to shore, Sudana. Carrot and stick ;)
So am I Ana (at least today I am)
There are a lot of blind corners in life. You never know what is just around the next corner. And you'll never know unless you live to see it.
this is so Bukowski's, "a sickness?" coded <3
Wow, that might be the best compliment ever
Thank you
A beautiful punch in the soul of this life of pain and joy we’ve lived as shades of the past veil the present of our presence to free the wrought of iron’s ache with light of Mrs. Doubtfire hiding Williams’ shadows.
So beautiful
Thank you Vince
I can’t stop thinking about this
Never stop your pen from bleeding ink. Reaching a reader with this forcible weaving of your words.
I think for Camus it's not so much about imagining Sisyphus happy as in joyous, which is absurd, it's this notion of rationality that modernity pushes on us.
That's the angst that we feel. The misfits who can't go along with the program. Camus' point was we overlay a false notion of rationality onto Existence which is essentially irrational. We give it a false rationality to give ourselves a false comfort. "Everything happens for a reason" kind of shit.
Can we find meaning in the melancholy? The absurd choice isn't to see Sisyphus happy but to keep pushing the boulder in spite of the melancholy.
There's a quote attributed to Heidegger I really like: 'Since we can never hope to understand why we're here, if there's even anything to understand, the individual should choose a goal and pursue it wholeheartedly, despite the certainty of death and the meaninglessness of action.'
Can we push on just out of spite? Can we transcend our own darkness and melancholy to achieve a state that's wholly driven by ourselves? Can Sisyphus take the act of being cursed, and pushing this rock as his own at some point? For Camus it's Sisyphus finding a happiness in a self-driven purpose even while cursed.
Is happiness and meaning contained within the self-driven purpose beyond serotonin and dopamine levels?
I hope so. At least it's what I've been pursuing for most of my life.
Great piece. You referenced a lot of my favorite authors. Your writing style is very evocative.
Thank you so much Han. He’s one of my favorite songwriters, brilliant soul
Perfect for a Sunday