The Beauty of the Absurd: Accepting Mortality and Finding Meaning
Well, let me tell you something about this… this “accepting mortality absurdism,” whatever that fancy talk means. It’s like this, you see. You’re born, you live, and then, bam! You’re gone. Ain’t nothin’ more to it, is there?
These smarty-pants folks, they go on and on about finding meaning in life. Meaning! What’s that even mean? I got up every mornin’, milked the cows, fed the chickens, worked my fingers to the bone. That was my meanin’. That was life. You ate, you slept, you worked. You raised your young’uns, and then they did the same. That’s the way it always was, and that’s the way it always will be.
They talk about this “absurd” thing. Sounds like a load of hogwash to me. Life’s just… life. It ain’t supposed to make sense all the time. You ever try to make sense of a hen? One minute she’s clucking peaceful, the next she’s peckin’ your hand for no good reason. That’s just the way things are. You don’t go around asking a hen why she’s peckin’, do ya? You just shoo her away and get on with your day.
Now, this fella… what’s his name? Camus? Yeah, him. He went on and on about how life ain’t got no meaning, no God, nothin’. Said it’s all pointless. Well, maybe he’s right, maybe he ain’t. But what good does it do to sit around and mope about it? You got a field to plow, you plow it. You got clothes to wash, you wash ‘em. You ain’t got time to be worryin’ about whether it all means somethin’ or not.
- You get old.
- You get sick.
- You die.
That’s the long and short of it. And there ain’t nothin’ you can do to stop it. So why fret? It’s like worryin’ about the rain. It’s gonna rain when it’s gonna rain, and you just gotta deal with it. Put on your boots and get on with your business. Same thing with dyin’. It’s comin’ for all of us, sooner or later. Might as well make peace with it.
Some folks, they try to find comfort in pretty things, you know? Art and beauty, they call it. Pictures of flowers and such. Well, I like a pretty flower as much as the next person, but it ain’t gonna stop the Grim Reaper from comin’, is it? It might make things a little nicer while you’re waitin’, but that’s about it. It’s like putting lipstick on a pig. It’s still a pig, no matter how much makeup you put on it.
Acceptin’ you’re gonna die… that’s just part of livin’. You don’t see a squirrel frettin’ about winter, do ya? He knows it’s comin’, so he gathers his nuts and finds a warm place to hole up. We gotta be like that squirrel. Prepare for what’s comin’, but don’t spend all your time worryin’ about it. Enjoy the sunshine while it lasts, ‘cause the clouds are gonna roll in eventually. That’s just the way of the world. Ain’t nothin’ absurd about it. It just is.
So, this “accepting mortality absurdism”… it’s just a fancy way of sayin’ what we all know deep down: we’re gonna die. And that’s okay. It’s part of the deal. You live your life the best you can, you do right by folks, and when your time comes, you go. Nothin’ more to it than that.
And you know what? Maybe that’s the whole meanin’ of it all. Not searchin’ for some big answer, but just livin’. Just bein’. Just acceptin’ what is, and not tryin’ to make it somethin’ it ain’t. That’s what I think, anyway. And I’ve seen a thing or two in my time.
It’s like my old man used to say: “Don’t borrow trouble.” If somethin’s gonna happen, it’s gonna happen. So why waste your time worryin’ about it? Just live your life the best you can and let the chips fall where they may. That’s good enough for me.
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