That is Nihilism.
The emo version isn’t the only version
Existentialism, absurdism, nihilism, they all span a fairly narrow range of actual philosophies.
Active-Nihilism*
Even absurdism is still emo.
What you’re referring to, or at least one of the variations that fits, is called optimistic nihilism. Nihilism is not a single perspective, it is simply a class of philosophies based on there being no inherent purpose or meaning to life. I, as someone who subscribes to optimistic nihilism, believe that despite there being no inherent purpose or meaning to life, I can choose my own; exactly as you describe.
Gaze into the abyss and think about how nice it would look if it gazed into you while you were in a nice cabin on the lake.
Those are pretty my mom has a pair just like them.
I too jump for joy outside of the camera frame
indeed. this was her most entertaining jump.
Ah so welcome to absurdism and existentialism!
You zink ve ahr making vit ze funny schtuff?
omg albert camus hiiiii
4.99Yay to shopping 2nd hand!
SAS shoes are pretty good albeit a bit of a grandma shoe
I guess I’ve become an existentialist, an active-nihilist just trying to move through a world that doesn’t notice, knowing the universe won’t care and neither will I, because in the end everyone faces the same fate of morality.
https://lemmy.wtf/c/nihilism@lemmy.world
jean-Paul Sartre: Being and Nothingness - PDF
What I wrote over on Reddit:
I see the universe as an endless ocean of indifference. It does not care about my existence, nor will it ever. This void frees me. In knowing that life has no inherent meaning, I am no longer bound by others’ expectations or empty promises. My words, my actions, even my name will vanish in time, and that liberates me to live solely for the moments I choose.
Existential nihilism handed me a blank page. Life’s meaning is not given; it is mine to write. This truth healed my old anxieties and fear of death. Without the weight of cosmic judgment or grand missions, I now craft my own meaning, fragile and transient as it may be. I no longer search for reasons that do not exist. Instead, I embrace this empty space as an invitation to create.
There is terrible splendor in meaninglessness itself. Each fleeting breath and each fading ray of light shines with a beauty that can never be repeated. Life feels unbearably bright and fragile at once. The universe will forget me, but in that forgetfulness, I find a strange, exquisite peace. The impermanence of it all makes every moment a miracle worthy of laughter and tears.
Nihilism is seeing a blank page and saying this is meaningless. Pretty much everyone else sees a blank page as a chance to do something.
Those are avocados
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I do like to bury the hands I collect.
