One’s life can be viewed in many different ways, depending upon which philosophical ideas you subscribe. The purpose of life, the existence of a god and what happens when you die. Not typically questions many attempt to attack and determine without doubt, but most have a general idea of what their own reality consists of.
My own reality is the absurd. It seems to me the only logical choice and is a rather satisfying answer, not only on a philosophical level but also an emotional one.
This human experience is one of complete contradiction with the universe it is played out in. In general we feel disconnected from this world, we say things like “I was born into this world” rather than saying “I was born of this world”. This represents the feeling many hold, when the things that matter to us most, meaning and purpose to our lives and a lasting impact for our labour. In return the universe offers nothing, it offers us no purpose and inevitably destroys all we create. In the face of such ideas one might find life meaningless. Personally I see it rather different, this only brings meaning to my life.
One might argue the we are all here by chance and for the most part that is exactly right. In the face of the absurd and this happenstance existence what does one do? Well, personally I find meaning in the grey, between the lines. Not just in actions or relations, but in the beauty that to me is plainly offered by this absurdity.
There is something rather comedic that it is essentially meaningless, I just have to laugh at how desperate most of us are to know there is a greater purpose for us outside of ourselves and that what we face is cold and distant, something completely inhumane, something bereft of even being able to give purpose. In a lot of ways this is rather tragic, being born with the greatest desire for something that just isn’t there, unless one subscribes to a religious narrative, that might be satisfactory for some of you, it isn’t for many.
So this leads me to the beauty. Everyone loves a good drama. A play where someone has so much desire and hope. In the end the story is pointless and boring if one does not lose it, the story would feel meaningless and lacking a plot. One might say that in this desperate search for meaning where there is none is much the same, the value that is created is immense, then to lose it or be faced by the inevitable fact there is none. Well, to me, that is just inherently beautiful. It is the tragedy inherent life. It is the beauty right before you. Now life simply may be beautiful in itself due to this tragic nature, but there is far more beauty to be found.
I find Irony is often the best form of this beauty. In the face of the absurd, to be offered ironic tragedy is, well, bizarre, and in this, comedic. When one can desire so much and to be betrayed by what you were born out of in such dramatic fashion, well, how can one not laugh at that. What a tragedy others might say about your life. Maybe you beat cancer before finding love only to die on your wedding day in a car accident. Extreme example, and many might say that there is nothing beautiful in that, and if that’s you, then you take life too seriously. I mean, it’s all meaningless, don’t let your desire for meaning play you. But back to the point, such a scenario is an epic and rather ironic tragedy. It is in these areas we find the beauty, and in that beauty we find meaning, so I implore you to not be too concerned if your life is perfect or not, wouldn’t living out a beautiful tragedy be so much more meaningful? Let’s be honest, there are many made famous by leading such lives.
So in the end we find that meaning and the lasting impact you’ve been searching for all along. In the tragedy of the human experience, all found in the face of the absurd.