Life is a suspended state of oblivion, and it’s a tragedy. Before we were being, we were nothing, and we will be nothing once we are no longer. So what are we now, and what is the point in it all? Life is absurd, and anyone who doesn’t see it is simply living in denial, accepting something that is intangible, and therefore not real. That isn’t to say that spirituality is an evil thing, as it gives some of us reason to be. It’s a grand idea for those who are unwilling or incapable of accepting that there is no reason to begin with. So what about those of us who refuse to take such a leap of faith? We are left spending everyday struggling to get up in the morning, with no other reason besides accepting that there is nothing else to do. This may seem like a sad state of mind for some, and sometimes it is. Truth be told, most of the time it isn’t. One doesn’t have to accept there is a God in order to find happiness in life. Happiness can be found either way, but keep in mind that happiness is just a temporary state. It comes as quickly as it goes, and such is life.Why do I wake up in the morning? Why get up and go to work? I suppose I have bills to pay, and such is a good reason enough. So why pay my bills? The alternative is to live life in a much more uncomfortable state of being, and one would be a fool indeed to choose a life as this. So I pay my bills for comfort. Comfort frees the mind from the pain of that which we can do something about, so we choose to live a life of comfort in order to pursue happiness. Happiness is the challenge of freeing the mind from the pain of that which we can do nothing about. It is easier to pursue happiness when I live my life free of such pains as starvation, thirst and the chills of the cold world I live in. This is why I get up in the morning.
So why live at all? Why not just end it all while I still have the ability to do so? Well, that idea is even more absurd than living for no reason to begin with. I continue to live because I choose to, and that is freedom in itself. I choose to live for the same reason I get up in the morning. I’m already here, so why not make the best of it? And therein lies the answer to the question. Instead of asking why, ask why not. Why should I not live? I can think of no good reason. The pains and problems of life are great at times, but it is better than nothing.
Or is it? Is life better than nothing, or is nothing better than life? That question is absurd, and such is life. Life is absurd.
“The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.”
-Albert Camus, “The Myth of Sisyphus”