What’s the upside to living in the postmodern world, where the wealth of choice lying in front of each of us is truthfully more of a stumbling block to a peaceful soul than it is a contributor to individual happiness?
YOU CAN DO ANYTHING
that’s pretty nice
I clicked a link a few weeks ago
with a shrug of the shoulders and a “why not” attitude,
I clicked a link.
And because I did that
I just met the executive producers of a documentary about my role model
I established a direct connection with a man who has helped millions of people
By clicking a link on a whim
so that’s pretty cool
I’ve been reading a bit and thinking a lot about modern nihilism
also, sidenote: David Foster Wallace is a super relatable guy for me
Although I don’t foresee myself attempting suicide anytime
…because I’ll be doing other things
Possibly, what people like Wallace experienced as a curse,
I experience as an opportunity
Mindset is significant
although I’m being careful not to mistake subjective optimism/motivation as the determinant of a successful life
Historically, a can-do attitude hasn’t assured success
Today, in America, it’s fair to say that it does.
A can-do attitude, a little self-discipline and a budget! And you’re good to go!
Here’s the way I live:
I’m a commitment phobe
But for the sake of explanation, I am
When I commit to something, it haunts me
because I am terrified of breaking a commitment
Being an extremely agreeable person (though increasingly less so I think), I am both very indecisive and very loyal
and for the record, agreeableness seems to be a genetic disposition,
loyalty is a choice,
and indecision could be one or the other (still considering my options on that one)
So what remained for me amongst this postmodern array of infinite choice to be the ordering value which facilitates my ability to make decisions?
And – this is a worthwhile distinction – to make the right decisions? Or really, truly, to make decisions which effect both my own being & moral-emotional health and a set of circumstances for my life which are good enough to render unnecessary and completely unjustifiable any sort of lament of the innumerable forks I took away from happier paths?
Does that make sense?
None of us will make the best out of our lives, but – well first of all standards don’t exist to be obtained because oddly enough that seems to defeat the purpose of the pursuit of them (is that true?) – if you play your cards right then you’ll live well enough that in the impossible scenario in which you could be able to fix all the god-awful damage that your mistakes have boasted, it still wouldn’t be practical to do so
because solutions bring their own issues and to desire a better life is to misunderstand the bond between good and evil in the world
thats a complex and muddled thought
but perfection is the correct aim; we simply misunderstand its place on the spectrum of justice
because things exist in dual form and the most perfect life is actually a balanced one
so perfection is not a pursuit which denies fundamental reality, but rather one that embraces contention with suffering
all of that to say
my point is
That’s my point. That’s the answer. That’s what I found.
Duty remains amongst the postmodern array of infinite choice as the only sustainable occupation in the economy of spiritual meaning
A poor man’s happiness is his survival.
A rich man’s happiness is his duty.
If you live in America, you are rich
It’s the wealth of choice; the equality of opportunity
Duty cures my indecision
and if a situation involves no explicit question of duty,
then I don’t care at all!
That might not be a virtue…
could just be me taking a couple stoic principles wayy too farr
We are wildly fortunate to exist with breath passing to and fro our chests in the time in which we live
So let not yo’ bum bum kiss ye couch in thy waking hours!
Do stuff. See stuff. Choose faith over scientific materialism.
Because if the Divine exists as something more than a figment of the single and collective human mind,
then it behooves, befits and benefits you to incorporate it into your fundamental self
and if the Divine is a fantasy,
Then so is the world
Because it seems our superstitious mythologies of old have pinpointed and articulated the most practical moral truths of the world far better than science ever has or could ever do.
They certainly beat science to the punch by some millenia
I’m gonna be reeling mentally for like a week from that