Personally i have very ambivalent feelings torwards all of this. On one hand being the consciousness of the most intelligent life form on this planet feels like a blessing. With all it's ups and downs, it's easy to get the impression that we are the pinnacle of existnece. We are capable of understanding and creating art. We are able to obvserve the greatness, but also all of the misery that our existence inflicts on other beings who are less fortunite.
You noticed, i just refered to the human expirience as the most fortunate one. But is it really? We learned that every form of pleasure requires to first expirience it's unpleasent counterpart. To feel pleasure it's required of us to first go through the long stretches of discontentment. The stuggles of not being able to fulfill our desires. I often wonder whether or not there is some alien life form out there who managed to overcome the bounderies of the cage that we find ourselfes in. Is there even a place for inherent pleasure to exist within this universe? As far as i can tell there is not.
Pleasure is a priviledge, while suffering is a requirement. As human beings we are able to observe this huge injustice. But we can't escape it. We always find ourselves wondering what kind of meaning our existence actually has. It's easy to imagine suffering without pleasure, but pleasure without suffering is nothing but an illision. The reason why we have this inherent drive to search for meaning is because we are incapale of accepting that all of our suffering will be futile.
Some existentialists will come with the argument that one needs to imagine sisyphos being happy. Being happy to forever push up a stupid rock up a cliff. But what if someone fails to see the beauty in this futile task? Is it a process that this person needs to learn? Will said person benefit form obtaining this kind of mindset? Or would he be better of, if he'd just kill himself?
To make something clear i'm not trying to mask this little rant as me trying to come of as superior to any normie who has been fortunate enough to never ask himself this question. But rather as a testament of how much i suck at being a human.
You noticed, i just refered to the human expirience as the most fortunate one. But is it really? We learned that every form of pleasure requires to first expirience it's unpleasent counterpart. To feel pleasure it's required of us to first go through the long stretches of discontentment. The stuggles of not being able to fulfill our desires. I often wonder whether or not there is some alien life form out there who managed to overcome the bounderies of the cage that we find ourselfes in. Is there even a place for inherent pleasure to exist within this universe? As far as i can tell there is not.
Pleasure is a priviledge, while suffering is a requirement. As human beings we are able to observe this huge injustice. But we can't escape it. We always find ourselves wondering what kind of meaning our existence actually has. It's easy to imagine suffering without pleasure, but pleasure without suffering is nothing but an illision. The reason why we have this inherent drive to search for meaning is because we are incapale of accepting that all of our suffering will be futile.
Some existentialists will come with the argument that one needs to imagine sisyphos being happy. Being happy to forever push up a stupid rock up a cliff. But what if someone fails to see the beauty in this futile task? Is it a process that this person needs to learn? Will said person benefit form obtaining this kind of mindset? Or would he be better of, if he'd just kill himself?
To make something clear i'm not trying to mask this little rant as me trying to come of as superior to any normie who has been fortunate enough to never ask himself this question. But rather as a testament of how much i suck at being a human.
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