1. ...Life is absurd 🪨
Updated: 4 days ago
I think I’ve finally worked out why absurdism feels liberating to me.
It isn’t because nothing matters.
Quite the opposite.
It is because I no longer feel attached to the idea that there must be one absolute meaning.
One answer.
One purpose.
One correct way to live.
That idea sounds comforting until you realise what it does to you.
What if you miss it?
What if you choose the wrong life?
What if the thing you devoted twenty years to was never really the point?
Suddenly meaning becomes another fucking exam you can fail.
Faith offers an escape.
Here’s the answer.
Here’s the purpose.
Here’s what it all means.
I understand the temptation.
But I can’t make myself believe something because certainty would be convenient.
So what if there is no absolute meaning?
Not nothing matters.
Something much stranger.
Nothing has to matter forever.
And maybe what happens to us doesn’t decide what our life means either.
The loss.
The failure.
The illness.
The boulder rolling back down.
Those are circumstances.
Meaning emerges in what we make of them.
In the beliefs we question.
The ones we keep.
The ones we finally let go of.
And in how we choose to respond.
That doesn’t mean we control meaning.
We don’t.
But we participate in it.
Meaning moves because we move.
And once I stopped demanding that meaning be permanent, universal or approved by something outside me...
I felt free.
Free to choose.
Free to change.
Free to respond differently.
Free to stop letting circumstances dictate what my life means.
Maybe absurdism isn’t freedom from meaning.
Maybe it is freedom from needing meaning to be absolute.
And freedom to decide what this life means now.
Because life is absurd.
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