Last Updated On June 1, 2016

 

Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul -G-Eazy

 

 

A Happy Nihilist Cookbook

 

If one starts with the assumption that life is essentially meaningless and absurd and we are all going to die- can that person be happy? I may be crazy, but the more I lean toward this worldview, the more authentically happy I feel. You know, a subdued, wearing all black kind of happy.

 

A rusty, faulty chain of logic can be followed from a Nihilistic worldview to the anchor of hopelessness and darkness and isolation. In Jurassic Park, they don’t have enough dino DNA to complete the sequence so they fill in the gaps with frog DNA (big mistake, by the way). We are capable of cooking the books to arrive at any state when it comes to philosophy. We can fill in the gaps with our own fear, bad habits, and insecurities thus creating reason and habitat for our alienation. Like Jurassic Park, life in many ways is a doomed experiment. Existential angst and even despair is an inevitable condition but its not a conclusion.

 

But. But. But. Can I be a joyful Nihilist? Down deep in my belly where irony and humor and lust and deep compassion resides?

 

If life is essentially meaningless, that means WE create meaning. However we want! All the colors of the rainbow! What a fucking relief. This isn’t some cosmic treasure hunt. There’s nothing to find. There’s no secret. There’s no doing it right. There’s no one way. Meaning is subjective and personal and continually unfolding. Because we are making it up as we go along. It is humankind’s greatest fiction, our individual masterpieces. It is not inherent.

 

Life is absurd. It just is. And this is hard and uncertain. But it is not absurd because we “attracted” it. Absurd is a great term because it doesn’t connotate good or bad, and it recognizes the undeniable humor. Shit happens. Yoga and green juice people get cancer. Lifetime smokers get cancer. Drunk drivers die in car accidents. Responsible drivers die in car accidents. Its unpredictable and impossible to quantify. We are left with “why?”- why me? why now? why them? Its terrifying and yet….comforting?

 

We can’t avoid the absurd. Its the great equalizer. We do the best we can, under unfair and capricious conditions. But in accepting and surrendering ourselves to the absurd we can avail ourselves of a tremendous source of compassion. In running from absurdity, at best admonishing each other to keep our speech “positive” or at worst blaming the victim, we isolate ourselves from suffering and humanity. I do not believe better outcomes are manifested from never expressing negativity or fear. We are all in this together, getting tossed in the drink. Life sucks, go ahead and say it.

 

I am aware of mortality pretty much all the time. Death is my friend, not because I am a ghoul or I don’t want to live, but rather I appreciate death’s perspective. Life is flat and banal without death’s shadow. Life gets too big and real without its necessary counterpoint. Sometimes when I get really wrapped around the axle about something, Sartre taps me on the shoulder and says (in an adorable French accent) “Don’t worry, this will all be over soon…”. His reminder is galvanizing as hell. I square my shoulders and buck the fuck up. Only death can do this for me.

 

Death softens life. Death opens my heart. Death makes me human. Death makes me stronger. Many things are pointless, and as our awareness of death sharpens, that list gets longer. Taking things including ourselves too seriously seems like waste of precious breathe. A bottomline cuts through a lot of bullshit and aids in so much release, after all- you can’t take it with you.

 

 

Last Updated On June 1, 2016

 

Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul -G-Eazy

 

A Happy Nihilist Cookbook

 

If one starts with the assumption that life is essentially meaningless and absurd and we are all going to die- can that person be happy? I may be crazy, but the more I lean toward this worldview, the more authentically happy I feel. You know, a subdued, wearing all black kind of happy.

 

A rusty, faulty chain of logic can be followed from a Nihilistic worldview to the anchor of hopelessness and darkness and isolation. In Jurassic Park, they don’t have enough dino DNA to complete the sequence so they fill in the gaps with frog DNA (big mistake, by the way). We are capable of cooking the books to arrive at any state when it comes to philosophy. We can fill in the gaps with our own fear, bad habits, and insecurities thus creating reason and habitat for our alienation. Like Jurassic Park, life in many ways is a doomed experiment. Existential angst and even despair is an inevitable condition but its not a conclusion.

 

But. But. But. Can I be a joyful Nihilist? Down deep in my belly where irony and humor and lust and deep compassion resides?

 

If life is essentially meaningless, that means WE create meaning. However we want! All the colors of the rainbow! What a fucking relief. This isn’t some cosmic treasure hunt. There’s nothing to find. There’s no secret. There’s no doing it right. There’s no one way. Meaning is subjective and personal and continually unfolding. Because we are making it up as we go along. It is humankind’s greatest fiction, our individual masterpieces. It is not inherent.

 

Life is absurd. It just is. And this is hard and uncertain. But it is not absurd because we “attracted” it. Absurd is a great term because it doesn’t connotate good or bad, and it recognizes the undeniable humor. Shit happens. Yoga and green juice people get cancer. Lifetime smokers get cancer. Drunk drivers die in car accidents. Responsible drivers die in car accidents. Its unpredictable and impossible to quantify. We are left with “why?”- why me? why now? why them? Its terrifying and yet….comforting?

 

We can’t avoid the absurd. Its the great equalizer. We do the best we can, under unfair and capricious conditions. But in accepting and surrendering ourselves to the absurd we can avail ourselves of a tremendous source of compassion. In running from absurdity, at best admonishing each other to keep our speech “positive” or at worst blaming the victim, we isolate ourselves from suffering and humanity. I do not believe better outcomes are manifested from never expressing negativity or fear. We are all in this together, getting tossed in the drink. Life sucks, go ahead and say it.

 

I am aware of mortality pretty much all the time. Death is my friend, not because I am a ghoul or I don’t want to live, but rather I appreciate death’s perspective. Life is flat and banal without death’s shadow. Life gets too big and real without its necessary counterpoint. Sometimes when I get really wrapped around the axle about something, Sartre taps me on the shoulder and says (in an adorable French accent) “Don’t worry, this will all be over soon…”. His reminder is galvanizing as hell. I square my shoulders and buck the fuck up. Only death can do this for me.

 

Death softens life. Death opens my heart. Death makes me human. Death makes me stronger. Many things are pointless, and as our awareness of death sharpens, that list gets longer. Taking things including ourselves too seriously seems like waste of precious breathe. A bottomline cuts through a lot of bullshit and aids in so much release, after all- you can’t take it with you.

 

Last Updated On June 1, 2016

Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul -G-Eazy

A Happy Nihilist Cookbook

 

If one starts with the assumption that life is essentially meaningless and absurd and we are all going to die- can that person be happy? I may be crazy, but the more I lean toward this worldview, the more authentically happy I feel. You know, a subdued, wearing all black kind of happy.

 

A rusty, faulty chain of logic can be followed from a Nihilistic worldview to the anchor of hopelessness and darkness and isolation. In Jurassic Park, they don’t have enough dino DNA to complete the sequence so they fill in the gaps with frog DNA (big mistake, by the way). We are capable of cooking the books to arrive at any state when it comes to philosophy. We can fill in the gaps with our own fear, bad habits, and insecurities thus creating reason and habitat for our alienation. Like Jurassic Park, life in many ways is a doomed experiment. Existential angst and even despair is an inevitable condition but its not a conclusion.

 

But. But. But. Can I be a joyful Nihilist? Down deep in my belly where irony and humor and lust and deep compassion resides?

 

If life is essentially meaningless, that means WE create meaning. However we want! All the colors of the rainbow! What a fucking relief. This isn’t some cosmic treasure hunt. There’s nothing to find. There’s no secret. There’s no doing it right. There’s no one way. Meaning is subjective and personal and continually unfolding. Because we are making it up as we go along. It is humankind’s greatest fiction, our individual masterpieces. It is not inherent.

 

Life is absurd. It just is. And this is hard and uncertain. But it is not absurd because we “attracted” it. Absurd is a great term because it doesn’t connotate good or bad, and it recognizes the undeniable humor. Shit happens. Yoga and green juice people get cancer. Lifetime smokers get cancer. Drunk drivers die in car accidents. Responsible drivers die in car accidents. Its unpredictable and impossible to quantify. We are left with “why?”- why me? why now? why them? Its terrifying and yet….comforting?

 

We can’t avoid the absurd. Its the great equalizer. We do the best we can, under unfair and capricious conditions. But in accepting and surrendering ourselves to the absurd we can avail ourselves of a tremendous source of compassion. In running from absurdity, at best admonishing each other to keep our speech “positive” or at worst blaming the victim, we isolate ourselves from suffering and humanity. I do not believe better outcomes are manifested from never expressing negativity or fear. We are all in this together, getting tossed in the drink. Life sucks, go ahead and say it.

 

I am aware of mortality pretty much all the time. Death is my friend, not because I am a ghoul or I don’t want to live, but rather I appreciate death’s perspective. Life is flat and banal without death’s shadow. Life gets too big and real without its necessary counterpoint. Sometimes when I get really wrapped around the axle about something, Sartre taps me on the shoulder and says (in an adorable French accent) “Don’t worry, this will all be over soon…”. His reminder is galvanizing as hell. I square my shoulders and buck the fuck up. Only death can do this for me.

 

Death softens life. Death opens my heart. Death makes me human. Death makes me stronger. Many things are pointless, and as our awareness of death sharpens, that list gets longer. Taking things including ourselves too seriously seems like waste of precious breathe. A bottomline cuts through a lot of bullshit and aids in so much release, after all- you can’t take it with you.