philosophy from a deranged mind

Birth is a curse and existence is a prison, it comes from the decently paid writer of a watchable sitcom. But we've heard the message this instigates countless times by Sartre or Nietzsche. This humongous world has a billion answers to a million questions but it shies away when you ask it the biggest of its enigmas; what is the meaning of life?

We can only acquire so much knowledge to be confused and it is very important to be confused when it comes to the subject of life. Albert Camus, an absolute legend if you were to ask me. He said this existence is a fucking rebellion because in death lies the biggest absurdity of all.

For the purpose of storytelling, I'm going to jump onto a narrative. A third person account if you may of this young confused adult by the name of Jim.

As a Psychonaut, it isn't out of the ordinary for Jim to be exploring the planes where only a chemical aid can get you, on a weekend.

Friyay.

There was a party but these were never just parties, they were gatherings, sacred gatherings. Averting a shallow misconception, we move to a rainbow setting, not a dark adrenaline fuelling extravaganza. That was what Jim saw. It was always like that for Jim.

In the wonderous culmination of myriad of thoughts, Nora stood out twice and again.

After it was all over, Jim went back to her.

It had been an exhausting month and Jim was a good Psychonaut but there were multiple bugs in the compatibility suite that he ran with society.

It wasn't a month long bender which ends with a hundred crazy stories, just patient days of reverence. The world was crazy, Jim's world was insane and Nora's a hurricane so they found peace in their Geneva of a bond.

But when Jim goes back he sees what he has seen plenty of times; emptiness. Not a depressing kind because Jim had inculcated that emotion into his system like his morning tea or Nora's evening black coffee. But no, that coffee was a lie because as the nothingness suggests there was no Nora. It was a disillusion. An extended trip from his interdimensional travels.

Jim sat down and thought back to the day he questioned his existence. He was in utter disbelief of this blatant paradox. Desirable and loathed at the same fucking time, the mystery of life was astounding. Follow the absurdity or corrode with Nietzsche. Jim felt incapable of processing it all. Nora would always be there in his vast unexplainable mind so will the inevitable misunderstanding of life but Jim knew that if billions of people continued to stick to the idea of life there would be a unpreventable end be it that Jim is there to see it or not, he would be part of this rebellion for his kin could feel the bliss of an answer in the end.

Jim sat down to write the rest of his story. May it play tough and stand strong against the sands of time, he wishes.

Time lashes forward and everything remains continuous in space but where is this journey to?

If I were a Starseed I could tell you but if I were indeed a Starseed, I probably wouldn't say.

I'm sorry you can't find a satisfying end to this narrative because till the time we are so unsure of the thing that's most basic of universal understanding, we can never know anything absolutely.