Freedom in a World Without Meaning

An obsession that life has meaning. An objective meaning that we can tap into. We can attach ourselves to this meaning or oppose ourselves. There are objective morals, good and bad, and we can choose how much of each we can be part of. And then we can rejoice about luck and shed tears about unfairness.

But what if there is no objective meaning or purpose? What if there is no morality? Right or wrong? But what is is only what you choose to be. They'll tell you, but there are consequences for wrong actions and rewards for good actions. Is that truly so? Or is it just dependent on how you feel about each? Doing something considered flawed and feeling bad about it will affect your actions, but what if it doesn't?

We talk about good and bad people as if it's of the utmost importance. But is it? The idea that the world has no purpose horrifies many, but it also answers many of my concerns. This world is substandard, with many glitches and inconsistencies, a reflection of not being a perfect creation and a flawed design. These are heretic words to the max. How dare I criticise this perfection, but who indeed finds this world perfect or even close to perfection?

The frustration causes many never to consider existential topics and to hide behind substandard TV shows and Instagram reels. Let's not forget superficial connections and "friendships". Not to spend too much time on "What is the meaning of it all?" But far worse certainly is the answer that "there is no meaning". This idea is that the only meaning and purpose in this world is what you decide is meaningful and purposeful, or you might be brave enough to consider that meaning and purpose are not required to live one's life.

That things just are. Then, we can go beyond just nihilism and consider if the world around us even exists or does so only in our minds. If what's around the corner is there only when we bring it into creation in our minds. A terrifying thought for many who are so obsessed with meaning and purpose, I was one of them myself, but now I find it freeing and liberating. A world without meaning or purpose, a world that may not even exist outside of my mind, free at last.