What if there isn’t an elegant solution to it all?
The steady decline of original thought in academical work. With emphasis on the pseudo-intellectual elements of meta-analyses and the inflated dialectic of academia.
We are perfectly aware of the irony.
Ich habe heute einen Kieselstein zertrümmert.
Today I shattered a pebble stone.
I feel one of the more important realizations in life is that some answers (allot actually) are quite simple. But that doesn’t necessarily make them easy.
The correct answer may strip you from dignity and fling you into a state of depression and shame. And knowing you did the right thing will be of little comfort. Because we are able to (more or less) make decisions rationally but not feel about them the same way.
“This is bad, but the alternative would be worse or at best egotistically better.”, is what we tell ourselves. What we should tell ourselves, at least.
The fools way of making this mistake is to “take responsibility”, as though making the wrong choice and thereby “punishing” themselves were good enough. No matter who else you throw under the bus while doing so.
tl;dr: Doing the right thing can suck sometimes. Life is depressing sometimes. Whoop dee fuckin’ doo!
Buddhism essentially combines the best aspects of fools and fatalists.
Which is a dangerous game, balancing on the slim rope of the golden middle. Slip one side and you lose mind- and meaningfulness. Slip the other and you start giving meaninglessness meaning.
Letting whatever life throws at you pass right through you without becoming hollow…
Being void without being void.
We need more words. Also less. Because saying all this makes perfect sense to me.