I came across a beautiful essay today by Albert Camus (1913-1960), the French-Algerian philosopher. I’d heard of the myth of Sisyphus before but hadn’t explored the thought behind it. Camus' essay is foundational in absurdist philosophy, addressing humanity's desire to find meaning in life, despite the universe’s indifference.
The essay focuses on Sisyphus, who is condemned to an eternal punishment in the underworld, rolling a rock up a hill only to have it fall back down repeatedly. The absurdity comes from Sisyphus’ awareness of the meaninglessness of his situation. Yet, he seems to accept his fate and continues with determination, despite knowing his efforts are futile.
During the brief time when Sisyphus descends the mountain, he is aware that his struggle is meaningless and will lead him nowhere. The central argument of the essay is that life itself is a futile struggle devoid of hope. However, Camus also suggests that Sisyphus' fate is only horrible if he continues to hope—hope that there’s something better out there, something meaningful. Our fate only seems terrifying when there's a preferable alternative to contrast it with.
I think we only begin to find life precious when we realize there’s no better alternative, and we can only fill it with meaning when we accept that it’s void of any objective meaning and is nothing but what we make of it through the means of our perception.
Absurdism isn’t just a distant philosophical concept, it shows up in everyday life:
Camus once said the only serious philosophical problem is suicide, or whether life is worth living. I believe that if we’ve been given life, it’s worth living. The problem is that we’re trying to find an eternal or transcendental meaning through means of religion, philosophy, cosmology, etc., but we really don’t need to think beyond our own lifespan to fill our life with meaning. By choosing to live, we affirm that life has value, even in the face of absurdity.
Camus argues that we should embrace the absurd and find meaning in the struggle itself. His conclusion—that we must imagine Sisyphus as happy—captures the essence of this philosophy.
Absurdism and nihilism both deal with the lack of inherent meaning in life, but they lead to different conclusions. While nihilism accepts the meaninglessness and rejects all values, I think absurdism offers a more optimistic approach. Absurdism acknowledges the lack of objective meaning but encourages us to create our own.
Nihilism can lead to despair and even anarchy. If nothing matters, why follow social rules or pursue any goals? In contrast, absurdism finds freedom in the struggle. It encourages us to live fully, with passion, despite life’s lack of purpose. Nihilism can lead to apathy, but absurdism pushes us toward active engagement with life.
In my view, absurdism offers a more balanced and productive way to navigate life’s inherent lack of meaning. Instead of giving in to despair, we can choose to rebel against the absurd, finding meaning in our own actions and attitudes. We can paint our existence in all the colors we can imagine.
I came across a beautiful essay today by Albert Camus (1913-1960), the French-Algerian philosopher. I’d heard of the myth of Sisyphus before but hadn’t explored the thought behind it. Camus' essay is foundational in absurdist philosophy, addressing humanity's desire to find meaning in life, despite the universe’s indifference.
The essay focuses on Sisyphus, who is condemned to an eternal punishment in the underworld, rolling a rock up a hill only to have it fall back down repeatedly. The absurdity comes from Sisyphus’ awareness of the meaninglessness of his situation. Yet, he seems to accept his fate and continues with determination, despite knowing his efforts are futile.
During the brief time when Sisyphus descends the mountain, he is aware that his struggle is meaningless and will lead him nowhere. The central argument of the essay is that life itself is a futile struggle devoid of hope. However, Camus also suggests that Sisyphus' fate is only horrible if he continues to hope—hope that there’s something better out there, something meaningful. Our fate only seems terrifying when there's a preferable alternative to contrast it with.
I think we only begin to find life precious when we realize there’s no better alternative, and we can only fill it with meaning when we accept that it’s void of any objective meaning and is nothing but what we make of it through the means of our perception.
Absurdism isn’t just a distant philosophical concept, it shows up in everyday life:
Camus once said the only serious philosophical problem is suicide, or whether life is worth living. I believe that if we’ve been given life, it’s worth living. The problem is that we’re trying to find an eternal or transcendental meaning through means of religion, philosophy, cosmology, etc., but we really don’t need to think beyond our own lifespan to fill our life with meaning. By choosing to live, we affirm that life has value, even in the face of absurdity.
Camus argues that we should embrace the absurd and find meaning in the struggle itself. His conclusion—that we must imagine Sisyphus as happy—captures the essence of this philosophy.
Absurdism and nihilism both deal with the lack of inherent meaning in life, but they lead to different conclusions. While nihilism accepts the meaninglessness and rejects all values, I think absurdism offers a more optimistic approach. Absurdism acknowledges the lack of objective meaning but encourages us to create our own.
Nihilism can lead to despair and even anarchy. If nothing matters, why follow social rules or pursue any goals? In contrast, absurdism finds freedom in the struggle. It encourages us to live fully, with passion, despite life’s lack of purpose. Nihilism can lead to apathy, but absurdism pushes us toward active engagement with life.
In my view, absurdism offers a more balanced and productive way to navigate life’s inherent lack of meaning. Instead of giving in to despair, we can choose to rebel against the absurd, finding meaning in our own actions and attitudes. We can paint our existence in all the colors we can imagine.