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Hello, People.
My aunt said to me shortly before I left that I was "just existing", which I guess was a comment on my life's lack of progress on a day-to-day basis.
There are entire months that go by without any real advancement in my life, and while I don't really feel bad about it, per se, I still feel as though I should feel bad about it.
Human experience, with all its emotion and understanding and desire, is exactly that - human - and fundamentally separate from the operations of our physical world.
For example, in a couple billion years or so, the Sun is expected to lose power, expand, and consume earth. While a human may consider that event pretty close to the ultimate tragedy, the universe doesn't care; feelings of fear and hopelessness in this regard don't represent the true way of things.
With this in mind, wouldn't "just existing" be an almost spiritual exercise?
but the truth is I only get depressed about my perceived lack of "velocity", as it were, when I convince myself that it's something worth being depressed about. I will admit, however, that I find myself somewhat anxious and scared when pondering these things, and I believe that's because I'm not sure whether I might be misleading myself.
Mysterystar---Unfortunately, "objectivism" is already taken by Ayn Rand, but I am sure your creative mind can find another descriptive word.
My aunt said to me shortly before I left that I was "just existing", which I guess was a comment on my life's lack of progress on a day-to-day basis.
... Fast forward to today: I'm working and going to school full time, living in my own apartment with two cats, and am overall in a much better place than I was back then. However (of course there's a "however"), sometimes I do feel as though I'm "just existing". There are entire months that go by without any real advancement in my life, and while I don't really feel bad about it, per se, I still feel as though I should feel bad about it.
The universe is vast, but more than that, it's neutral. Days and weeks and months and seasons and years come and go with no real consequence... the ultimate tragedy, the universe doesn't care..
... but the truth is I only get depressed about my perceived lack of "velocity", as it were, when I convince myself that it's something worth being depressed about. I will admit, however, that I find myself somewhat anxious and scared when pondering these things, and I believe that's because I'm not sure whether I might be misleading myself.