#optimistic existentialism
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yet-another-clown Ā· 9 months ago
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the-real-loser-otaku-girl Ā· 5 months ago
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Nothing matters:
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Nothing matters:
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iscaffeine Ā· 1 year ago
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Death may be inevitable, but first we get to live.
wad premiere afterparty forehead kiss for @danrifics ! alt versions below cut :] ā¤µļøŽ
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danandfuckingjonlmao Ā· 1 month ago
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ā€œno one gets this female character like i doā€ and the female character is the 2016 film swiss army man directed by the daniels and produced by a24 starring paul dano and daniel radcliffe
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ad15124 Ā· 2 years ago
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life is meaningless and it sucks → life is meaningless and it's freeing → life is meaningless so I invent my own meaning pipeline gang rise up
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existennialmemes Ā· 2 years ago
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Dismayed by the search for Deeper Meaning?
Consider trying:
✨ Nihilistic Optimism ✨
Nothing Matters!
Everything is Temporary!
You Create Your Own Fate!
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never-say-neverwhore Ā· 1 year ago
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if u can guess the manga i got the panel reference from u get a cookie... idk-
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salifsvoid Ā· 1 month ago
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āœļøĀ The Theology of Dust
I don’t know what happens when I die.
I believe in God. I follow the example of Christ. I move through life in love and service. But I do not cling to certainty. I do not pretend to know that I’ll wake in heaven with angels or sit at the foot of a throne. I may close my eyes one day and dissolve into nothing.
And strangely, that’s okay with me.
Because the point of this life, to me, isn’t eternity. It isn’t crowns or mansions. It’s what IĀ do with this fragile now.
I believe in a Christ who touched the untouchable, who wept with the grieving, who washed the feet of those He loved even as He was betrayed. Not for recognition. Not for reward. But because love was worth it.
So I follow that.
Even if the skies stay silent. Even if the tomb stays shut. Even if dust is all that’s left.
I love because I was created to love. I serve because there are those in need of service. I forgive because bitterness corrodes the soul.
And if the only heaven I ever see is the peace I bring to others? And if the only eternity I taste is the ripple of kindness that I leave behind? That's okay.
To me, that's holy.
From dust I came, and to dust I will return.
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babiriye Ā· 7 months ago
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The most terrible thing is to be stuck inside your mind.
Being able to communicate feelings, to be vulnerable and heard and loved is how we can find meaning and get out of our heads.
The world is full of unexplainable, scary shit. And it's also full of warm tea on cold nights, petting dogs, watching cat videos, people morning loss and more people comforting and loving those experiencing loss. It's full of compassion, creativity, curiosity and wonder that we can choose to explore and appreciate.
The universe doesn't care about us. But we care about eachother, and that is what makes humanity truely exceptional.
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peanutseagle Ā· 2 years ago
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it's all fun and games until you realize that oh, fuck, it is indeed a fucking crush
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fkajulie Ā· 1 year ago
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bam-monsterhospital Ā· 1 year ago
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pet peeve #296: "optimistic nihilism"
it's existentialism
words MEAN THINGS. and what you refer to when you say 'optimistic nihilism' is where nihilism actually stops and existentialism ollies in on its skateboard wearing the loudest sunglasses imaginable, sipping koolaide jammers.
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yourlocalmissingtexture Ā· 1 year ago
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It’s kinda funny having made/discovered my own spiritual path because while on the one hand I want to share my perspective with others, on the other I know it’s either going to sound completely batshit or be taken the complete opposite way.
Like I could easily see how it could be twisted into atheistic pessimistic nihilism (/neg) and/or fatalism or something when it’s literally pantheistic optimistic (or at least true [that is: not just shorthand for pessimistic] realistic) nihilism (/pos/neu).
Idk none of that makes any sense probably. I promise I’m not trying to sound pretentious I just spent years fixating on different spiritual perspectives and concepts. I don’t know how to divorce it from the jargon or whatever in a way that still gets the idea across. Maybe I’ll try to elaborate one of these days idk
I feel a bit like the ant on that motherboard from that one post about Lovecraftian/eldritch madness lmao
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mybiasisexo Ā· 1 year ago
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I see you’re a 94 liner… how does it feel like turning 30 this year? Asking for a friend 🫠
It feels like this
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tardis--dreams Ā· 1 year ago
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The fact it's 2024 is quite terrifying. I'm terrified haha
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voidscarredadjudicator Ā· 2 years ago
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I have urges to talk about the TTRPG I'm running on here but I also know that at least one of the players likes to lurk around my writing stuff so I can't talk about stuff the players haven't seen yet which sucks because that's what I wanna talk about. So I will self-indulgently vaguepost about it instead.
How many times can a robot be rebuilt before it's no longer the same machine? If it's memories are copied into a brand new body, is it the same machine as it was before or something new? At what point does a machine's life begin - when it's creator first drafts it, when it's pieces are being assembled, or when it's switched on for the first time? What if the robot's original draft is taken and completed by someone else? Who's rightfully the creator? The one who finished it, or the one who laid the foundation for it to be completed in the first place?
If someone has the memories of two different people, which person are they really? Are they both of them? Are they neither of them? If one of the sets of memories they have remembers committing horrible, horrible acts, but the flesh those memories inhabit never did a thing and the true perpetrator is long gone, should they still hold themselves accountable? If one of the two minds would despise the other, what would happen when they're forced to coexist?
How true is a friendship if that friend is forced to forget that they met you over and over again, but they always come back to you no matter what? And when that friend suddenly vanishes, and then the one you despise with every fiber of your being starts speaking with their voice, would you not feel like you're being mocked?
All I know for certain is that the sun will rise. I hope they'll look up long enough to see it.
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