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existennialmemes · 6 months

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I put the Silly in

✨Existentially Anxious✨

#shitpost #shitposting #silly posting #existential memes #existential angst #anxiety memes

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accidentalslayer · 7 months

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#object permanence #actually mentally ill #actually adhd #existential crisis #existential angst

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nyxrev · 10 months

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自分とは似ても似つかない人間にあこがれる所から人生の失敗は始まる

Failure of life:

…when you try to become someone who is not at all like you,

when you strive for what you do not stand for, aspire to become who you know you cannot be for it just does not align with your character…

you would fail even if you tried for it is not who you are nor who you are meant to be.

Poor guy, even though he was an ex-delinquent, he had his standards.

Now it's one more dark side exposed and it's good to see Child Emperor trust Genos to tell him about it. They look like they would work well together if they actually got along with mutual trust.

Look at his soft expression u.u

#opm #one punch man #opm manga #yankii #yankee #new character #existential angst #who are you #who do you want to be #genos #child emperor #hero association #sleazy #mccoy

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patchwork-crow-writes · 10 days

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65 - A Pocket Full Of Smoke

My hands pass through the ghost you left behind; Memories of a smile that ne'er was mine, Clinging to my fur like a bad habit Or ill-fitting clothes. A musty nostalgia For a home now lost, a heart turned to stone; There's a chill in my soul now I'm alone.

Is it too much to ask for one last touch As a memento, proof that we were real? Oh woe! Scour my heart and make me unfeel The exquisite scars left by your embrace! Wipe clean the tears I left upon your face; Grant me grace to turn from your loving gaze!

I suppose I should send you on your way; And yet my fingers refuse to unfurl From betwixt the curling, coiling vapour Of your dear-departed breath. Here you stay; My lungs full of the smoke left in your wake, As warm as the promise you had to break.

A shadow can't cradle you as you cry And a flame trapped in sable can't survive. So leave me and my ersatz love behind And I'll remember how it used to feel; The promise in the soft light of your eyes That a dream could dare to dream it were real.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 65

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levindesdieux · 2 years

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I have felt our forebears’ primeval, piercing fear And the terror of an alien existence We do not understand nature’s hostility We traded our deep instinct for servility Behind walls we no longer look in the distance To rent the veil of things as they falsely appear.

“Angst,” A Book to Free the Soul ©

#angst #deep quotes #deep thoughts #excerpts #existential angst #existentialism #gnosticism #lit #literature #philosophy quotes

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sanftmutzukunft · 2 years

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Ich neige dazu, alles zu vermasseln, was ich versuche. Meine Existenz hat heute keine Bedeutung mehr.

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theoreticallysensible · 10 months

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Okay so my first post is going to be about the link between capitalism and existential angst, which is the most on brand thing possible for me, so if you like this there’ll be much more of it and if not… sorry. 😅

I’ve always had a proclivity for angsty existentialism. Multiple times a housemate has found me sprawled on a sofa moping about the meaning of life which sounds really pretentious but idk I feel like on some level that’s just being a student. And it’s that material side of it that’s got me curious recently like - were these anxieties just a result of the kind of individualistic, listless existence a student inhabits? There’s probably a reason the stereotypes of angst are people with enough wealth to avoid work but not enough respect or expectations to have a solid idea about what they should be doing: Percy Shelley, Lord Byron, Søren Kierkegaard, etc.

In the first volume of his Critique of Everyday Life, Henri Lefebvre calls out Kierkegaard specifically as a prime example of bourgeoise alienation, the result of which was literally creating existentialist philosophy - the idea that we have to create meaning for ourselves by force of will and taking a leap of faith. Lefebvre claims that existential angst is always a result of some sort of alienation. When Marx formulated alienation as the psychological suffering we experience when we are separation from ourselves, each other, the products of our labour, and nature, he was thinking about the way the working class are made to suffer under capitalism, but Lefebvre expands the theory beyond this. He describes how alienation is always relative and present in all types of society for all people within it. Alienation is not just a result of individualism and exploitation - it also presents itself when we feel too far from someone we love, and when we are mystified by the natural world. Crucially, we are alienated when we become detached from the fact that we are dependent on others for our survival, something common to all the bourgeoisie.

Acknowledging this dependency would make us aware of the injustice of how these responsibilities are distributed (according to class, gender, race, etc.), and getting past the separation would require a radical change in lifestyle involving the rejection of the serving of the individual self so integral to bourgeoise morality. It’s hard! But with the lines between proletariat and bourgeoisie becoming more and more blurred with the expansion of the middle class, recognising this particularly bourgeoise suffering is important, I think, if we want to articulate a reason more people can get behind to resist capitalism.

People suffer when they’re separated from people, when their material existence feels so isolated and insignificant that they have to rely on spirituality to give them any sense of grounding, but are unable to be confident in their beliefs so can only ever relate to religion through anxiety (both my best friends speak of religion in this way, and before I read Lefebvre I was tempted to join them because it sounded better than the nihilism I was struggling with). Seriously, read any Kierkegaard and you will know he was not a happy guy. He wrote book called The Concept of Anxiety, and Fear and Trembling for God’s sake. He’s not okay! 🥺 But poor Søren might have been okay if he’d been a bit less self obsessed, acknowledged the value of *inter*subjectivity rather than pure responsibility, and actually married his fianceé rather than worrying about his independent morality, which was really just arrogance. I sound mean but I love him really. He’s very entertaining and *painfully* relatable.

But this is why I find Simone de Beauvoir to be the absolute best of the existentialist canon, because she recognises the need for recognition and connection, even for the powerful. In The Ethics of Ambiguity, she writes about how even tyrants suffer in hierarchical societies because they can never know authentic respect, since people always see their power and the threat implicit in it rather than their whole humanity. This doesn’t mean that we should never violently resist tyranny, because individualism is hard to overcome, even when it’s self-sabotaging, but awareness of this could get more people on the side of equality. This idea is apparently supported empirically in The Spirit Level, by Richard Wilkinson and Kate Pickett, but I haven’t read that one yet. I like to put it in Spinozist terms: the satisfaction of one desire can be excessive when it blinds us to our other needs and presents us from feeling other forms of joy.

On how it can be overcome though, I think Judith Butler offers an interesting frame for thinking about it. Though they’re best known for their work on the social construction of gender, my favourite book of theirs is Giving An Account of Oneself, where they write about how our mental life is a product of all our previous experiences, especially with other people. This seems obvious on some level, but it really undermines individualism. In particular, it deconstructs the distinction between attacking parts of yourself and attacking other people. If our internal and external lives are so interlinked, is it really surprising if attacking ourselves isolates us? Recognising that other people are in some sense present within us is conducive to greater intimacy, and though this can be uncomfortable if we dislike part of them, that doesn’t make it less true, and recognising this can make us more compassionate with everything within us. Self-hatred and hatred of others are intimately connected, and they reinforce each other.

I like to think of the relationship between different parts of myself in terms of Deleuze and Guattari’s machinic unconscious, where our minds are made up of interlocking parts from the larger social context. I think differ though in wanting to negotiate and find equilibrium between them rather than experimenting by letting certain parts go to extremes to make change though. I like the way Jacques Derrida writes about it in The Politics of Friendship, where to recognise the other in oneself, and so recognise the misalignment within ourselves, requires us to be a friend to oneself, which makes friendship so central that it undercuts any potential narcissism because by loving oneself as an other we learn to love others better (as well ourselves).

This doesn’t address the concrete politics of the situation though. The aspect missing is that we have to think of ourselves as inextricably linked to our social and political systems, part of a historical process, and our feelings about those systems are a very real part of that process, and if we want to be true to ourselves we have to act on those feelings rather than repress them. I’m still working out what that means for myself, and as Lefebvre notes it’s this final hurdle that most people fail at, but we can all try.

That kind of went all over the place, but hopefully it’s understandable and valuable, and if not it was helpful for me to articulate all these ideas that have been swirling around in my head for the past year or so. 😅

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ghoulierstudio · 3 months

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The art of eternity & visual sound✨ Very glad I persisted with one

#edvard munch #Art #zine #fan zine #my art #info zine #mixed media art #i was creative today #expressionism #existentialism #existentialist art #existential angst

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lamemaster · 8 months

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The saddest thing I've heard parents say in my mother tongue translates to, "May the years of my life be added to yours." This phrase has been haunting me for days. It is a wish, a bargain to protect something so precious that the value of one's own life falls short of it.

And while for the longest time, I believed the Silmarillion theory that death is a gift, now I can't help but think of parents who have begged the gods for their children's lives.

What gift would break the hearts and souls of so many? Would any hall of God or any other fate ever make up for the trauma of loss?

I wish I had a Finrod to soothe my angst.

#the silmarillion #thoughts be thoughting #existential angst #I can't write because I'm too philosophical rn

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terminallynumb · 10 months

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"Besides, though Nietzsche was a seer in many domains, he was no guide to interpersonal relationships - has there ever lived a lonelier, more isolated man?" - Irvin Yalom (Love's Executioner)

#nietzscheism #life quote tumblr #life quote #quotes #quotes about life #life quotes #philosophy quotes #literature #deep quotes #existential psychology #philosophy #irvin yalom #existentialism #nietzschequotes #friedrich nietzsche #existential angst #solitude

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accidentalslayer · 4 months

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#mecore #liminal #liminality #dreamcore #dreams #existential angst #existentialism #actually mentally ill

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yourgirlfoe · 1 year

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One minute you're sitting on the floor complaining to the omnipotent almighty in the sky and the next minute you make some toast or something.

#dark acamedia #studyblr #poetry #lana del rey #intrusive thoughts #girl interrupted #girl in pieces #november #winter #henry winter #internal #monologue #shakespeare #hamlet #existential angst #existential musings #insane #reality

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shadythetortie · 1 year

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Warning: long post about life, the universe, and how important we are in it. Whatever the opposite of existential dread is.

I've been on a space fix for the last few weeks, and I keep coming back to these two videos.

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They are incredibly well made and offer voice-overs by Brian Cox, Steven Hawking, Janna Levin, and more. However gorgeous it is, a theme in the comments is people having an existential crisis after watching them and saying how small they feel. The second one has more of those comments, probably because it goes to the end of the universe's existence.

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And that baffles me. Don't get me wrong, I know why people are feeling that. I felt it at first too - the dread of the realization that everything has to end, and one day there will just be nothing. But then I watched it again. And again. And again. And I came to realize that instead of feeling very very small and insignificant, we should be thinking of the opposite.

Our universe was made with a bang. Stars were forged, and in their cores created the elements to make other stars, and other stars made more elements, and it went on in a cycle. Those stars died and other stars were born from the ashes of the last star. Gas and dust clotted together to create planets, and solar systems, and moons. Eventually, after a very long and complicated process, one planet gained the strange phenomenon we call life, and here we are.

We shouldn't feel small about our place in the universe. Yes, size speaking, we are microscopic on the cosmic scale. But billions of stars died to create the elements we are made out of - hydrogen, iron, oxygen, nitrogen, carbon, calcium and phosphorus. Billions of stars grew and exploded to let those elements loose into the cosmos, and after a very long time, they came to create you and me.

We are not small. We are a statistic improbability. We are quite literally forged from stardust. The elements that are in all of us were made billions and billions of years ago - merely atoms - and somehow they found their way through all of space, through all of time, to come together in the most specific, delicate pattern to create us.

Yes, maybe we are just a bundle of chemicals and electrical signals. So is a thunderstorm. So is a star. But we are a bundle of chemicals and electricity that can think, and move, and breathe, and live. As far as we currently know, this is the only place in the universe that has been able to create something so intricately complicated.

"The universe doesn't care," some people say. "The universe is dark, and cold, and empty, and we are so insignificant in the grand scheme. Nothing really matters."

Of course the universe cares. Look at everything that had to fall into place to keep us alive - The Earth's magnetosphere, the Sun's warmth, Jupiter's shield of gravity... the universe cares so much for us that it has literally put everything it can in the way to keep us safe. Just look at the Moon! The craters, the scars of every battle they've fought for us. I don't feel insignificant. I feel protected. I feel like this is the most important part of the cosmos. Everything matters. And it is right here, on this planet. We may be just grains of sand in a never ending hourglass, but we are here, and we are alive, and that in itself is beautiful.

The universe is trying as hard as it can to keep the little sprout of life going. Life is so very fragile that even the slightest error could obliterate it in less than a heartbeat - and in the lifespan of the stars and everything around us, less than a heartbeat is the only time we have to exist.

So the universe took those stars, crushed them into dust, and used that dust to mold us into existence. It wrapped us in a blanket of darkness and warmth. It nurtured us, guided us, protected us and allowed us to grow, and has only just begun to tell us its stories. We are the children of suns that allowed us their death so that we may look back up at the vastness of space and see all of its glory and wonders and long to return to the forges that created us.

If there are such things as miracles, life would be it.

#space #astronomy #existential angst #existential crisis #existential dread #i had to get this off of my chest #whether it makes sense or not i have no idea #Youtube #history #science #nasa

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sanders1665 · 6 months

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I can feel my mind breaking,

throbbing and pulsating,

I hold my mouth to stop the screams,

as terrible visions continue their relentless streams.

Happiness and sadness are dancing in my heart and mind,

two emotions that are forever entwined,

never knowing which one will take the lead,

choreographed by an act of love or a callous misdeed.

Becoming a ghost has selfish appeal,

and my mouth waters for my last meal,

leaving some with memories of what had been,

and some with visions of what could have been.

I see the other me that lurks deep in my shadow,

closing my eyes I descend into the abyss far below,

ghastly masks appear that I've worn on the surface,

and I'm further confused by what is my true face.

I'm guilty of summoning demons that dwell within me,

letting them run amok and urging them on with chilling glee,

but my sinister side will pay the price of its ruination,

when I'm tormented by consternation, frustration and vexation.

I fantasize about falling asleep permanently,

I suppose, its a morbid defect of my inner personality,

I've always thought of sleep as a prelude to death,

gently inhaling and then quietly exhaling that last sweet breath.

I've seen too much death in my half a century of life,

and I don't comfort myself with a delusion of an afterlife,

for the ultimate fate of all reality is total oblivion,

am I the only one with this type of delirium.

I look deep into the past and see billions of lives before me,

how I yearn to be like them, mostly forgotten and painlessly free,

I take solace that my end time will eventually arrive,

in the meantime, I persevere and struggle to survive.

#my post #my poem #spilled words #poem #my poetry #poems and poetry #new poem #spilled thoughts #rhyme #poetry #inner thoughts #existential angst

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kafkaesque-dweller · 10 months

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There's a corpse rotting in my heart. I never got to know when or how I turned like this. I feel no sense of self, I'm hating people without knowing it. I wasn't like this before. And I'm not understanding how it happened. I've got a plethora of ideas I'd love to discuss with others but I know I will eventually fail to discuss, or even to approach. I have tried atraxia before but anxieties are practically killing me. I know that the future is scary, and that I can’t just run back to the past because it’s familiar. Yes, it’s tempting, but it’s a mistake. And i seriously try not to. And I fail every time. I don't know how many failures it'll take to finally succeed. Life can't be that experimental after all, it's not a laboratory. And I'm hopeful, it's just that, the hope is slowly fading, and it's all too fast for me!

#existential thoughts #existential crisis #existential angst #anxitey #socializing

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