Trying my hardest to be civil in this uncivilised world.

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Cake day: April 26th, 2025

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  • I asked myself what was important in life over a decade ago, what is both fulfilling and pleasant (the former without the latter is not viable, the latter without the former is pure, empty hedonism, which wasn’t an answer for me but it might be for the more beast-like among us) and my answer has been pretty much the same ever since: each other. Making meaningful connections with other people, the deepest and most unique ones being the ones made with your partner and children.

    So, if you don’t really believe in anything besides the “certainty” there’s nothing after death and God has no plans for us after our short time here (or doesn’t exist at all), I think you should focus on the practical aspect of life and just enjoy your lovely interpersonal relationships. If you want to go through the philosophically pointless effort of trying to give your life a deeper sense/meaning without an objective determinant that precedes the universe and existence itself and created it all for real but unclear/unknowable reasons, you’re more than welcome to try but you’ll end up in absurdism or hedonistic nihilism, neither providing a sufficient alternative (Nietzsche recognised this in his society about a century and a half ago and things have only gone worse since then…).

    Finally, remember Solomon (and “Solomonic” means “very wise” for a reason) and his “Ecclesiastes”. Everything being meaningless has been known for a looooong time, with a prophet dedicating a whole book to it. And it ends simply in “fear God and keep his commandments”. God gives our existence context and meaning, being a good slave of God gives us peace and happiness (keeping good relationships with your peers and being generous and helpful is a big chunk of being a good slave of God, ofc). And, without accepting the possibility of God, you can’t even hypothetically leave the realm of the subjective. This might sound bizarre if you think faith is just something you can put on and take off like a t-shirt, or compartmentalize while you think and behave however you want when it feels convenient, but if you understand it as simply the background to one’s ideology, the framework everything rests on (Godlessness being the other alternative), you can better comprehend how and why its effects can be so large.




  • My life’s pretty much 9-10/10, and the things I’m unhappy about are both small all things considered and also mostly in my hands (and any changes haven’t been made because I’m lazy and unfocused but still a future possibility). Most of the things I’m grateful for I’ve gotten completely for free, not thanks to any personal effort, like my upper middle class upbringing, my slightly cuckoo but very loving mom, my curious disposition, my depth and speed of thought, my empathy and prosociality (despite being such a proud and, at times, reclusive person), meeting my now-wife in the unlikeliest of places, renewing my faith in God… I’ve been given a lot, it’s hard to be ungrateful (but I still manage sometimes, lol). 🙏👍








  • Idk what happened to me, I used to find Mr. Hands and 2G1C hilarious, something you could watch while having lunch, I used to be a /b/tard in my teenage years ffs… and now any gore just shocks and disgusts me, and I have to close the page and watch something else as a mental palate cleanser. Is this some frontal lobe related thing? I almost ignore Gaza posts because of this, I have to force myself to watch them…

    On the other hand, pimple popping and earwax removal? That’s my shit. 🤣




  • Nothing I’ve done, as stupid as it might have been, has resulted in me having a worse life altogether or has destroyed/heavily negatively altered anyone else’s life. It was stupid of me to move to a different country in a far away continent so young and without knowing how important other people’s company was in my life (and, more importantly, without speaking the language fluently enough to feel comfortable enough to crack jokes and make friends!), I flunked out of uni, my visa expired and was massively depressed… but then I joined the army, became a national, God helped me find my now wife and my wife helped me find God. I would do it again, no hesitation.

    The one thing I do regret is losing touch with one friend from my army days. I simply forget to reply and then months later I feel embarrassed to do so. I have somewhat changed my ways since, and he was married so it’s not like they didn’t have each other, but I still feel a little bad about that one.