I am absurd

I love how when I’m reading something, sometimes there is a reference to other literature in that literature, and then I go check out that new literature which in turn refers to other literature, and so on and so forth so that there is really no end to literature, reading and knowledge.

And that is how I came to be introduced to this philosophical concept named absurdism. It’s something that I have pondered upon countless times, but I never knew there was a term for it, and that there were others out there who felt the same way and cared about it enough to come up with entire ideologies and philosophical views about it.

If I understand it correctly, absurdism is the conflict between trying to find meaning in one’s life whilst knowing that we are living in a meaningless universe.

It’s really fascinating because just like atheists, agnotics, monotheism, polytheism or just plain theism, absurdism also comes with siblings called existentialism and nihilism. Absurdism is that while you believe the universe is meaningless, you believe that there is nevertheless still the possibility to find meaning in your life. Existentialism is that although the universe is meaningless, there is meaning in life, even if that meaning is trying to find a meaning in your life. Nihilism is that the universe is meaningless and therefore everything you do is just as meaningless; there is no meaning in life; you live and then you die fullstop.

Since I’ve already pondered about this for some time now without knowing the exact terminology, I can say for certain that I am an absurdist. Or that I am absurd. This explains (almost) everything!