I find it hard not to default to a depressing, nihilistic worldview. As I venture into philosophical and metaphysical theories, I realise one resounding truth that connects them all is that the truth does not exist.
This reality is sobering - it begs us to ask the question as old as our conception of time itself - what's the point? An absurdist view - simply that there is no point - is attractive inasmuch as it is convenient.
This reality, in a way, is also isolating. Paradoxically, you are pursuing knowledge, yet questioning the use of it. You're getting bored of gossip, and you've been desensitised to contemporary tragedies. You've accepted the "tender indifference" of the world, yet you cling to relationships and love your family. You indulge in worldly pleasures, yet there is always that itch within you because you know deep down that these are all distractions, and then you ask yourself why is it so bad to be distracted, and then these thoughts go in circles and infest everything you do.
Ironically also, these thoughts are definitely not original. I think almost every one of us who has the luxury of time and freedom is bound to experience at least one existential crisis. My own personal solution to overcoming them (come when they may) might be to: (1) realise that everyone is equally alone; and (2), on a more positive note, just accept and take pleasure in the distractions. After all, living the moment does not equate to lifelong ignorance; and as trite as this may sound, and as little comfort as this may offer, we are all alone together.
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