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Throughout human history, we have found ourselves continuously searching for meaning within the universe. This search follows one of two paths: either coming to the conclusion that life is meaningless and that what we have here and now is all there is, or filling the void with some purpose set forth by a higher power, often a belief in God or servitude to a religion. Does this belief in God truly answer anything, or does is merely conjure further questions?
Let's say God did create us. What then, created God? No matter what you believe in, creationism or evolution, that fact remains that we live in a reality where things can just pull themself into existence. Knowing that, why is it so difficult to believe that we just exist, and ax the middle-man? There is no human-comprehensible purpose of God; thus making faith in God absurd.
For some nihilists, suicide seems like the logical solution to this existence apparently devoid purpose. Since life must end in death, which in itself gives life no meaning, suicide is a means to resolve our ultimate fate. However, I do not believe suicide to be a worthwhile solution, hence why I'm sitting in this room, still writing. If life truly is absurd, as I believe it is, then is only more absurd to counteract it; instead, I choose to reconcile the fact that we live in a world without purpose and engage in living.
The beauty found in life makes it worth living. We may create subjective meaning within our own lives, which may not be an objective meaning, but something to strive for regardless. However, I must always keep that ironic distance between this invented meaning and the knowledge of the absurd, else that fictitious meaning may erase my knowledge of the absurd
In a world devoid of judicial afterlife or meaning, I am absolutely free. This is what I believe, for now..
Let's say God did create us. What then, created God? No matter what you believe in, creationism or evolution, that fact remains that we live in a reality where things can just pull themself into existence. Knowing that, why is it so difficult to believe that we just exist, and ax the middle-man? There is no human-comprehensible purpose of God; thus making faith in God absurd.
For some nihilists, suicide seems like the logical solution to this existence apparently devoid purpose. Since life must end in death, which in itself gives life no meaning, suicide is a means to resolve our ultimate fate. However, I do not believe suicide to be a worthwhile solution, hence why I'm sitting in this room, still writing. If life truly is absurd, as I believe it is, then is only more absurd to counteract it; instead, I choose to reconcile the fact that we live in a world without purpose and engage in living.
The beauty found in life makes it worth living. We may create subjective meaning within our own lives, which may not be an objective meaning, but something to strive for regardless. However, I must always keep that ironic distance between this invented meaning and the knowledge of the absurd, else that fictitious meaning may erase my knowledge of the absurd
In a world devoid of judicial afterlife or meaning, I am absolutely free. This is what I believe, for now..