It’s hard to really look at someone and go ‘Maybe something nice will happen’. I know too much about life to have any optimism. I know even if it’s nice, it’s going to lead to shit. I know if you smile at somebody and they smile back, you’ve just decided something shitty is going to happen. You might have a nice couple of dates but then she’ll stop calling you back and that’ll feel shitty. Or you’ll date for a long time and then she’ll have sex with one of your friends or you will with one of hers and that will be shitty. Or you’ll get married and it won’t work out and you’ll get divorced and split your friends and money and that’s horrible. Or you’ll meet the perfect person who you love infinitely and you even argue well and you grow together and you have children and then you get old together and then SHE’S GONNA DIE.
That’s the BEST CASE SCENARIO, is that you’re gonna lose your best friend and then just walk home from D’agostino’s with heavy bags every day and wait for your turn to be nothing also.
“And here are trees and I know their gnarled surface, water, and I feel its taste. These scents of grass and stars at night, certain evenings when the heart relaxes — how shall I negate this world whose power and strength I feel? Yet all the knowledge on earth will give me nothing to assure me that this world is mine. You describe it to me and you teach me to classify it. You enumerate its laws and in my thirst for knowledge I admit that they are true. You take apart its mechanism and my hope increases. What need had of so many efforts? The soft lines of these hills and the hand of evening on this troubled heart teach me much more.”—Albert Camus
If you are willing to look at another person’s behavior toward you as a reflection of the state of their relationship with themselves rather than statement about your value as a person, then you will, over a period of time cease to react at all—Yogi Bhajan
Camus claims that happiness is a direct result of man accepting his position as an absurd animal. That is, once man recognizes life as a purposeless series of casualties, a meaningless period of time from which nothing becomes something until it becomes nothing again, a value-deprived vessel of…