It's time to write something, even though it seems like there's nothing to say.
Countless questions flash through my mind, and that is the question of the meaning of life. The question of the meaning of life is not superficial, but hidden within pessimism. And I have always been pessimistic.
The reason for pursuing meaning is that I believe there is no need to be in such pain. In the face of pessimistic people, there are two options: to search for the meaning of life or to die.
Unknown life, how can one know death? Moreover, death is something that will inevitably come. So the search for the meaning of life takes precedence.
Life is undoubtedly a tragedy. A pessimistic view of life is a natural extension of emotions and cognition. Very natural.
Falling into the vortex of the meaning of life is a requirement of tragedy, and also a requirement of a meaningless life. It is not that life is meaningless, so it is tragic, but that it is tragic, so life is meaningless.
To truly appreciate the deepest tragedy, pain, pain, one must discover the beauty.
How much pain and love does one have to experience to understand this extremely simple truth?
The innocence of childhood, simplicity, a natural need and expectation for love, destroyed by the world. Perhaps it is the unfounded blame of parents, the alienation of playmates' jokes, the slap of a teacher... all break our understanding of the beauty of love. We experience tragedy for the first time, this is the "birth" of our tragedy.
Countless tragedies break our understanding of beauty, and we constantly shrink the defense line of beauty until ourselves. Our world is filled with fear, hatred, anger, and powerlessness. This is the deepest tragedy of humanity. Uncontrollable destructive forces engulf us. This is a meaningless power. Just like gravity, beauty leads to destruction.
If meaninglessness shrouds the entire sky like dark clouds, if you look into the deep darkness, you can only let it devour you and become a part of meaninglessness - death. If you look at the curled up beauty, this faint light, we are surprised to find that every dark cloud hides deep love and beauty. Light illuminates the world. This is why there is a final battle. Only in the darkest moment, there is the most just, the most powerful, the most instantaneous power, so only one battle is needed.
From now on, life is no longer pessimistic.
The reason is that humans long for beauty. The world destroys beauty. The power of the world's destructive power is immense, but it is meaningless. And humans long for beauty, it is meaningful, it is infinite. Meaning can overcome meaninglessness, but meaninglessness cannot defeat meaning!
At this moment, whether it is Hemingway, Nietzsche, Jing Ke, or Sisyphus, they all seem to be shouting in my ears!
Sometimes I also feel emotional, even though they have already made it clear: a person can be destroyed, but not defeated. But inevitably, one must go through the baptism of darkness. This is inevitable, and it really requires despair.
I used to believe in the theory of evil, which is probably the power of meaninglessness. But will I fall? As long as there is a little bit, I long for beauty, it is enough.
On [[2024-02-05]], reconstructed from The End: The Reason is that Humans Long for Beauty