Hmmm. Maybe I'm just having an existential crisis. I'm in no way suicidal, perhaps I'm just apathetic. But surely I'm not the only one who has had these thoughts. Life to me doesn't seem to have much purpose - we seem to go through life with certain goals in mind. Maybe we want kids, maybe we want a successful career, maybe we want to get into that uni, maybe we want to be with that girl. What happens whenever we achieve one of these goals? You enjoy it a short while, then it stops meaning a lot to you - you're restored back to how you were before, relentlessly focusing on the next goal, driven onwards as if you're in the same position you were before. It seems the fall we have from failing to reach these goals far outweighs the happiness we receive when they're achieved. We almost forget the things that go well in life and take them for granted, yet when things don't go our way, we remember it and it disturbs us.
And then you have to ask why we even attach meanings to these things, why we aim for them in the first place? Is it built in us, inherent in human mentality? Is it society, where herd mentality convinces us that we want this or that thing? Now, really, what meaning does it have apart from that which we arbitrarily assign it? It feels like I could achieve whatever I wanted, but eventually I just wouldn't care - there is nothing innate in its value, simply what I see it as being worth. Nothing is everlasting in that way. And if I achieve something amazing, I'll just have higher expectations of myself, and when I fall short of that, the previous successes just don't matter relative to what I've lost out on.
Something in a lecture today got me thinking. "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players". All of us perform a certain role in society that we want to play. Is it possible that this is just an illusion - everything we do or say is simply an individual's way of expressing themselves to the outside world, even if this doesn't reflect their inner self? I mean, I know personally that how I act outwardly doesn't truly reflect who I think I am internally, the more I think about it, the more it seems like it's my own way of reacting to the society we live in, that I decide to pursue a certain persona because of the way society is. Yet when I'm 'performing' this role it seems totally natural - like this is how I am. But is it real? On this basis, it almost seems like all the goals we have and everything we do in life only has some arbitrary purpose that we assign to it because of dominant discourses in society - and when I get right down to it, nothing really means anything it seems.
Whenever I complain, some people are quick to point out that on the surface my life is pretty easy and I have it pretty good. Yeah, I guess it does sound pretty good on paper. Of course, it doesn't take a genius to work out that most things 'on paper' often hardly affect long term happiness. And what of happiness? Why should we be happy, why do certain things make us happy and unhappy - surely this in itself could just be an illusion created by dominant discourses in society?
Sorry this post is laid out quite illogically and is mostly just a ramble... I feel like I'm in a weird place right now. Maybe I've finally started to wake up from the life I live and I'm now framing it in much more honest terms rather than how it is projected by society and its norms. Maybe those having the existential crises are actually having a temporary moment of sanity, rather than the opposite - and it is everyone else who is deluded?