A common thought finally hit me today must be getting that age. The thought pop out in my end randomly today, that everything we do is really just an excuse to keep our minds busy for our inevitable end.
We create all this distraction from hobbies, jobs, family, technology, entertainment, science and religion to keep our minds occupied. We invented money to buy us more time to be occupied.
It is like the whole thing is just a fidget spinner.
Curious how you approach this?
It mulled in the background for about 30 years to process, and then I came to the conscious conclusion that out of all the possible equally pointless reasons to hang around, satisfying my curiosities and improving the world for my fellow experience-capable-beings are the ones I want to do. Of course I still slip into mind-numbing hedonism a lot, that’s just the world we live in.
That, and that practically, what are the options anyway? No point in ending it early, or wasting your finite life on something you don’t actually want.
My choice of philosophy is absurdism, for the cool name. Honestly, for me the whole (optimistic) nihilism/existentialism/absurdism spectrum blends together, and even the chaotic-sounding absurdism and orderly-spunding stoicism have a lot in common, especially when we’re usually not talking from rigorous study but interpretations of pop-philosophy. People have been thinking of this shit for as long as there have been people, and come to a lot of similar conclusions with minor differences in emphasis. “Figure out what you want, do it the best you can, don’t let the other stuff distract you.”