Showing posts with label why do i feel joyless. Show all posts
Showing posts with label why do i feel joyless. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 September 2016

Freedom don't care

Practically speaking, the aim of all the hard work that anyone does in their life should be a greater amount of freedom. RighT?

I mean, if you can't what you want to do, really want to do... then what would be the purpose of ever doing the stuff that we do?

Sure, there are greater motivations, like for the sake of science, the universe and so on... but these seem to be choices that we make, simply our choice to further the cause of science. IN other words, by itself science would not have a meaning. It would be a warble of sounds amongst the many that can be produced by a vibrating larynx, and that's it. But, since we attach some meaning to it, we make it something bigger than it is.

So, the work that we do, ensures that our personal meaning gets transmitted to the world. Freedom is what allows us to do that. But, the question, 'the' question is... what if we loose the sight of it/ the meaning of it/ the joy of it doing the work that we do, for the hardness turns our heart cold.

Let me Clarrrrrify

My dad. Maybe everyone has had some kind of issues with their dads. I don't have an issue per sae, just a reformatory zeal to make him see the world in a more kinder, gentler, livelier way. He was in the army for 3 decades. I don't think that he has a 'personal meaning' for living his life anymore. There was a training mind wash, a peer conformity mind wash, an image conformation mind wash and he has been standardised to a stock army officer.

That is, I mean that shouldn't be, but that is sad. The valiant life, the life of glories, but for what. You, the dear reader taking in the retinal messages and converting them into some sort of syntactical patterns from your memories, the 'you' must never ever leave the sight of this meaning. Otherwise, diamonds wouldn't be pieces of stars that seal marriages only pressurised carbons and ice creams wouldn't be the rush of childhood, merely fats and cream.

FIzzLING

The process of maturation, dealing with life stressors and hardships is bound to make us less curiouser and curiouser. It packs us into silos of personality less, grey packing that has the safest security standard, the least mad and the most useless in the same breath.

I remember the joy of finding out that the chocolate feast Ice-cream that I loved, was now offered with a free mango Dolly, I mean that was heaven once. I have the money to eat that everyday today. I don't however, give a rats shit. Not that rats shit too much. They might, I don't have any experience, but the point is that I don't have that excitement towards life anymore. It's the process of dying staring at me and the boredom of going on living is propelling me headlong into it.

Our age doesn't have an overreaching goal/fight/ambition. Just a bunch of facebook noobs that have nothing better to do than getting dressed up/buffed up and showing it to others. I know I am being judgemental, but that's maybe because I don't find meaning in the life that's churning around me, fizzling into endless snores.

The Solution....


Friday, 9 September 2016

The meaning of living on and on - I

I have always wondered, if anything worthwhile is achievable without pain. I don't mean the pain that you undergo doing what you've always wanted to do, like an athlete feels while training for a big match or even what an entrepreneur might feel while doing stuff that's gonna make his dream come true.

The pain I am talking about is the same as that the slaves in the galleys floating in Atlantic in the 18th century felt. They knew that they had to keep working in order to survive, they also knew that the consequences would be swift if they're not followed... but then that isn't the kind of work that inspires passion, desire, hope! 

IN the name of our lord and saviour jesus, let down your arms and kill yourselves. That's a random statement, I don't know where it crept inside from. Maybe I was thinking about all those Crusaders who gave up their lives for something they believed desperately in. Now, I am not judging them, but the fact remains that whatever their motivations might have been, they were pretty pumped in doing whatever they were doing. 

The line of work that we are engaging in, that I engage in offers no redemption, except that it gives the promise of still more work at a higher rate of compensation. There's no meaning to it, even at that point and if I had the courage to give up the dreams of the 'big' life, then there'd be no reason at all to follow through. 

Our culture, the work hard, achieve whatever you dream and losers are just quitters culture doesn't recognise the worth of human existence beyond the paradigm of a cob. We're the part of a system and everyone must work within those very boundaries. It's an efficient system, something that's essential to the survival of the billions who feed off of it and enjoy the luxuries that it provides. But still, why do I search for meaning and why do I abhor this meaningless work? What is wrong with me? 

It's next to impossible to admit that majority of the people aren't happy with the way that things are. It's the reality, of course, and denying it would land you in some mental institute where they'd shock you to acceptance. But, the question is that why should we, I mean all of us we, participate in something that seems to suck the meaning out of my life and give me things that I necessarily didn't want in exchange. Maybe Zuckerberg finds meaning in joining the world, the CEOs find meaning in being rich and powerful and politicians find meaning in controlling other people and so on. Maybe I am not as go getting as them, which is why I don't have the incredible luxury of having meaning in my work. 

The work that most of the people on the globe do feeds off into the global repository of man hours for certain individuals, whose vision is driving the world. I am not even sure if the bankers, financiers, traders, administrators, analysts and myriad other drivers of our world find meaning in their work. I guess, meaning is all about finding what's important to you and then generating the resources to translate that into reality. That's freedom too. And the 'rat race' we are in is about being allowed to translate our personal visions into reality, rather than working for someone else's.