Haseeb
Morality has aesthetic standards
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Relatively poorly written, maybe boring, a bit long. Although I am religious, I won’t be talking about it. I’m mostly writing for myself and my sanity.
Life does get miserable and after all nothing is promised except suffering and death. Sure, there may be fun moments in between but when the dust settles around you, you can see clearly the overwhelming amount of suffering ahead. One may be going through any of the endless worries which characterize life. Financial problems arise, one’s heart gets broken, one wakes up from the peaceful and happy slumber of naiveite and find reality unbearable, one’s own body imprisons his soul in despair with no way out or perhaps all of them at once. The absolute terror waiting beyond the realization that life isn’t going to be all of what we wanted or thought we were owed. The merry childish dreams are found out to be impossible constructs of optimistic thought severely and terribly opposed to what one’s life ends up as.
Looking around one may find no light symbolizing hope. In situations like these resentment creeps up and one becomes cynical. Even beauty itself starts to seem disgusting. One thinks “All this beauty around yet I can posses none of it. Maybe the governing order of the universe hates me. It thinks of my existence as foul thus all I experience is foul.” The pain and hopelessness become unbearable and one starts desperately to look for a way out, any way out.
In this search, one starts to try hard and better his situation, deny his dispositions and through effort try and bend reality of one’s being. But soon it is discovered that the fabric of reality is unbendable, the genetics given unchangeable, the psyche developed mostly unalterable and the past, unchangeable. The illusions of effort are shattered and reality stands naked (and it has a BBC? At least @funkyflamingo’s happy). Disappointed and hopeless, suicide now calls out.
Slight discomfort and then no more suffering. The guaranteed suffering can be denied! One doesn’t have to go through the pitiful situation called existence. Just one pull of a trigger, one rope and a knot or a brief scare of a fall and it’s all finished. I have to suffer no more! I didn’t want such terrible and miserable conditions thus I have the right to not bear them.
So, one loads the pistol, ties the rope or climbs a bridge, “Life hasn’t been fair to me. It wants me to die. Every single effort I have done to dampen or ease the suffering it has only created more. Everything I have put all my being into have yielded nothing but disappointments. If the world really is good than it maybe I who is evil itself and here my last attempt to eradicate all evil associated to me.” one thinks. Before firing the trigger, kicking the stool or making the leap one thinks “Is this it? A glorious joke surely. Maybe life laughs at me for my misery, mocks me for my condition. Here now it shall look at me while I kill myself and laugh again. It was always humorous for it, what a wretched creature indeed. Why did I ever try and ease my suffering? Only to become it’s laughing stock?”
But then one is grasped by a thought. “For all my time it has laughed on me and it shall also have the last laugh? As if my sufferings hadn’t been great enough when I was alive, should my end me as bad too? I must not let it laugh at me anymore! For all my existence it has been its evil design to inflict upon me suffering of all kinds. If it doesn’t allow me joy, I shall take its joy away from it. Yes, that’s what I shall do. I will not accept humiliation at its hands again, it is I who shall have the last laugh, I shall rebel!”
One shoots the pistol into the air, unties the rope or climbs down the building. “Till yet I have lived wrongly. From now on it shall be me making life cry!”. With this new resolve one sets out never to suffer again. Whatever comes one’s way can’t make one miserable. “Amor Fati!” one exclaims. The sufferings turn into flowerings of joy, from the darkness itself one was found in sprouts light and one laughs loudly not having accepted defeat.
Nothing is sacred and all is for one’s taking. Although at the end one does pass away but laughing in life’s face amidst all the suffering elevates one to noble heights far greater than life itself. One transcends life’s ordinariness.
TLDR:
Life laugh when u suffer --> enter Delusion but not really --> Don’t kys --> overcame life
Life does get miserable and after all nothing is promised except suffering and death. Sure, there may be fun moments in between but when the dust settles around you, you can see clearly the overwhelming amount of suffering ahead. One may be going through any of the endless worries which characterize life. Financial problems arise, one’s heart gets broken, one wakes up from the peaceful and happy slumber of naiveite and find reality unbearable, one’s own body imprisons his soul in despair with no way out or perhaps all of them at once. The absolute terror waiting beyond the realization that life isn’t going to be all of what we wanted or thought we were owed. The merry childish dreams are found out to be impossible constructs of optimistic thought severely and terribly opposed to what one’s life ends up as.
Looking around one may find no light symbolizing hope. In situations like these resentment creeps up and one becomes cynical. Even beauty itself starts to seem disgusting. One thinks “All this beauty around yet I can posses none of it. Maybe the governing order of the universe hates me. It thinks of my existence as foul thus all I experience is foul.” The pain and hopelessness become unbearable and one starts desperately to look for a way out, any way out.
In this search, one starts to try hard and better his situation, deny his dispositions and through effort try and bend reality of one’s being. But soon it is discovered that the fabric of reality is unbendable, the genetics given unchangeable, the psyche developed mostly unalterable and the past, unchangeable. The illusions of effort are shattered and reality stands naked (and it has a BBC? At least @funkyflamingo’s happy). Disappointed and hopeless, suicide now calls out.
Slight discomfort and then no more suffering. The guaranteed suffering can be denied! One doesn’t have to go through the pitiful situation called existence. Just one pull of a trigger, one rope and a knot or a brief scare of a fall and it’s all finished. I have to suffer no more! I didn’t want such terrible and miserable conditions thus I have the right to not bear them.
So, one loads the pistol, ties the rope or climbs a bridge, “Life hasn’t been fair to me. It wants me to die. Every single effort I have done to dampen or ease the suffering it has only created more. Everything I have put all my being into have yielded nothing but disappointments. If the world really is good than it maybe I who is evil itself and here my last attempt to eradicate all evil associated to me.” one thinks. Before firing the trigger, kicking the stool or making the leap one thinks “Is this it? A glorious joke surely. Maybe life laughs at me for my misery, mocks me for my condition. Here now it shall look at me while I kill myself and laugh again. It was always humorous for it, what a wretched creature indeed. Why did I ever try and ease my suffering? Only to become it’s laughing stock?”
But then one is grasped by a thought. “For all my time it has laughed on me and it shall also have the last laugh? As if my sufferings hadn’t been great enough when I was alive, should my end me as bad too? I must not let it laugh at me anymore! For all my existence it has been its evil design to inflict upon me suffering of all kinds. If it doesn’t allow me joy, I shall take its joy away from it. Yes, that’s what I shall do. I will not accept humiliation at its hands again, it is I who shall have the last laugh, I shall rebel!”
One shoots the pistol into the air, unties the rope or climbs down the building. “Till yet I have lived wrongly. From now on it shall be me making life cry!”. With this new resolve one sets out never to suffer again. Whatever comes one’s way can’t make one miserable. “Amor Fati!” one exclaims. The sufferings turn into flowerings of joy, from the darkness itself one was found in sprouts light and one laughs loudly not having accepted defeat.
Nothing is sacred and all is for one’s taking. Although at the end one does pass away but laughing in life’s face amidst all the suffering elevates one to noble heights far greater than life itself. One transcends life’s ordinariness.
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
― Albert Camus
― Albert Camus
TLDR:
Life laugh when u suffer --> enter Delusion but not really --> Don’t kys --> overcame life
