The Trap of Nihilism

The idea that everything is intrinsically meaningless or crafted without value does not mean there is no beauty in its absurdity, nor does it imply that there can be no meaning forged in the experiencing of it. 

Rationality to the point of enervation leads to the logic of suicide. If everything is said to be truly meaningless then what happens to our will to live? What becomes of our art, our faith and our reasoning behind the suffering in existence? When one is consumed by this illness of rationality’, it only becomes logical to commit suicide for there is becomes nothing to life but its intrinsic suffering. Meaning is crucial for living, art is necessary for humanity. When one alchemizes their soul, it becomes almost second nature to tip into the abyss of nihilism. Suddenly they may find that the Gods they once idolized through biased reason have been reduced to circumstance, or that the fulfillment their God offered is nothing but a false sense of altruism that they cannot comprehend. Meaning facilitates livelihood, that is why humans believe everything has been made with purpose if it's a product of consciousness. However when applying this reasoning of purpose to a concept outside our purpose instilling palms, like the stars or the birth of the universe, its futility becomes absurd to us. 

Fulfillment reaches its zenith whenever it is constructed personally through the individual's introspect rather than the following of certain dogmas that isn’t their own. This is not to say meaning in itself should be stripped from the soul, rather, it should be unraveled for what it is. There is no god in the sky because he lies under the bone of your chest, fluttering like a moth in its beats of rebellion.

Due to the absurdity of life's intrinsic meaninglessness, as an evolutionary product of it, we must be intrinsically meaningless as well (in a religious perspective). Despite the rationality of suicide, we must rebel and construct our own meaning and find our own love for the world. The aesthetic is not reliable. Art, music, humanities creations are no longer beautiful when stripped of their life through nihilism. It falls short, and despite the internet's potential for seemingly boundless media, its art shares a repulsive monotony due to cultural standards, leading to the recreation of art which becomes boring to the enervated man who rummages frantically for true beauty. The world cannot be considered beautiful unless the soul that processes it is considered equally beautiful. This is why the full adaptation into rationalism is harmful for the individual, it incintivizes suicide.

Love is most likely the strongest means of fulfillment one can have. Not lust, but devotion, something beyond oneself. One that carves a reason to live.

 While it is a potent method of anchorage, I don’t believe it is necessarily a moral imperative to strictly live for others. For if it was, the suicidal could argue that they’d leave a better mark on their peers with their riddance. However, when one achieves a certain devotion to an individual, it refracts in the eyes of the object or person which they are devoted to and cascades its love throughout the world, as if you're looking through their holy eyes. Though, for the common man it would be quite difficult for them to be able to fully devote themselves to something that does not benefit them in the process, for the loved would not be considered valuable to their externalized criteria.

Devotion invokes meaning. Through introspection one can find what is considered to be valuable and this is what should be pursued through the person's lifetime. It doesn’t have to be specifically one thing that gives fulfillment but rather the reason it feels fulfilling in the first place. Live for someone you love, find god in them. Devote your entirety to your art, find everything you need there. Through whatever means possible give your soul to something that loves you back. Love it, devote yourself to the only thing that revives reason for living.

 Finding what you're devoted to is not a simple task. It requires both experience and alchemization to understand what it is that one truly deems as valuable, something valuable enough to outshine and provide meaning to the intrinsic meaningless of life. Previously I’ve stated why epicureanism and the hedonistic route is not a good idea, however that is limited to my own interpretation. Find what you can truly love and value. If the cross of the world is too hard to bear for even a moment's worth of introspection, then do whatever it means to stay alive; even that is enough in times of crisis.