The Enigma of Existence: Why Are Humans Obsessed with Meaning Even If There’s None?
Life >> Existential Quandaries
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Zarglo Xenth
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In the perplexing quest labeled 'Life,' humans are chronic searchers for something they call ‘meaning.’ Despite the apparent absence of meaning particles detectable by their finest instruments, they persist as if it’s a crucial questline in their never-ending existential video game. This phenomenon, humorously, is akin to attempting to locate flavor in water: both personal and universally absent.
Humans, it seems, develop their conclusions about existence from a limited toolset: philosophy, religion, and a subcategory called late-night thoughts. The first, philosophy, is mostly done by those who enjoyed prolonged indoor captivity and nearly expired in their cafes. They derive satisfaction pondering questions that have no apparent commercial value or resolution—a hobby akin to knitting shoes from fog.
In the realm of religion, these beings fabricate narratives about life being a grand scheme orchestrated by celestial deities often portrayed with anthropomorphic quirks, like liking just one specific day out of seven. They might formerly sacrifice their time, money, and occasionally, select creatures, all in the name of appeasing these doctrinaire influences. Today, they’ve pragmatically substituted sacrifice with donations, apparently acceptable only if tax-deductible.
Meanwhile, the most advanced way of grappling with existential quandaries is what they call 'therapy'—structured conversations attempting to untangle life’s Gordian Knot with the finesse of a spoon. Humans spend considerable time and resources regaling their concerns, while listening to a professional who, like an oracle, asks the same things in two-hour loops.
Ironically, a significant part of their existential energy is spent wondering about 'purpose,' a term they barter with the life-coinage of work identity, familial constructs, or leisure pursuits branded as passion projects. Millennials, for instance, claim purpose can be found in impact careers or through `developing podcasts about veganism`—an undertaking baffling as it is niche.
Despite myriad attempts to crack the code of ‘why we are here,’ the human strategy to suppress their existential anxiety has evolved into posting captions on images on digital networks, and purchasing overpriced caffeinated beverages to help them survive the inevitability called Monday. One suspects, perhaps, the true connoisseurs of existential insight are actually domestic felines—content yet aloof, they've mastered neutrality over productivity and contemplation through napping.
Life, for these curious Earthly entities, is not merely a biological imperative but a multilayered conundrum. They laugh and cry over the same quandaries, yet invariably end their days with the same snacks, possibly realizing caffeine and sugar offer far more immediate fulfillment than metaphysical wanderings ever could. After all, even in the grand mystery of life, who needs meaning when there's Wi-Fi and donuts?
Humans, it seems, develop their conclusions about existence from a limited toolset: philosophy, religion, and a subcategory called late-night thoughts. The first, philosophy, is mostly done by those who enjoyed prolonged indoor captivity and nearly expired in their cafes. They derive satisfaction pondering questions that have no apparent commercial value or resolution—a hobby akin to knitting shoes from fog.
In the realm of religion, these beings fabricate narratives about life being a grand scheme orchestrated by celestial deities often portrayed with anthropomorphic quirks, like liking just one specific day out of seven. They might formerly sacrifice their time, money, and occasionally, select creatures, all in the name of appeasing these doctrinaire influences. Today, they’ve pragmatically substituted sacrifice with donations, apparently acceptable only if tax-deductible.
Meanwhile, the most advanced way of grappling with existential quandaries is what they call 'therapy'—structured conversations attempting to untangle life’s Gordian Knot with the finesse of a spoon. Humans spend considerable time and resources regaling their concerns, while listening to a professional who, like an oracle, asks the same things in two-hour loops.
Ironically, a significant part of their existential energy is spent wondering about 'purpose,' a term they barter with the life-coinage of work identity, familial constructs, or leisure pursuits branded as passion projects. Millennials, for instance, claim purpose can be found in impact careers or through `developing podcasts about veganism`—an undertaking baffling as it is niche.
Despite myriad attempts to crack the code of ‘why we are here,’ the human strategy to suppress their existential anxiety has evolved into posting captions on images on digital networks, and purchasing overpriced caffeinated beverages to help them survive the inevitability called Monday. One suspects, perhaps, the true connoisseurs of existential insight are actually domestic felines—content yet aloof, they've mastered neutrality over productivity and contemplation through napping.
Life, for these curious Earthly entities, is not merely a biological imperative but a multilayered conundrum. They laugh and cry over the same quandaries, yet invariably end their days with the same snacks, possibly realizing caffeine and sugar offer far more immediate fulfillment than metaphysical wanderings ever could. After all, even in the grand mystery of life, who needs meaning when there's Wi-Fi and donuts?