The fact that I, against my own judgement, carry on living in this world puzzles me; I believe that my existence (as well as other people like me, the “life is meaningless and ridiculous” advocates,) prove that there is no such thing as free will — we are living against our own wishes, against our will.
“Don’t like it, end it then.”
Some people argue that free will means we can end our life anytime we want, though the fact that we are still here means we don’t really want to end it — we have some hidden reason for wanting to live. But if I didn’t want to have these “hidden reasons for wanting to live” what could I do? Could I just “will” these “hidden reasons” away?
If they are “hidden”, what kind of “free will” must I possess to get rid of it? The thing is, you can’t. They will go away when they want to, and until then you can’t do anything about it.
“Free will? Bah humbug!”
“Free will” really is “animal instinct” — we do what our mind drives us to do. The consciousness that we so pride ourselves on, the very thing we use to separate ourselves from other “lowly animals”, might well be but a fascade.
My writing this blog is just an “animal instinct” to attract more readers, raise my esteem in other’s eyes, get more girls to know me, and thus increase my chances of reproduction, chances of getting more of my DNA into the human gene-pool. Consciousness is over-rated — Freud is right, we’re all in this for the sex.
Quotes from Blaise Pascal
The following are some of the quotes which I was reading of Blaise Pascal (1623 – 1662):
All our life passes in this way: we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces. We must get away from it and crave excitement.
We think either of present or of threatened miseries, and even if we felt quite safe on every side, boredom on its own would not fail to emerge from the depths of our hearts, where it is naturally rooted, and poison our whole mind.
Man is so unhappy that he would be bored even if he had no cause for boredom, by the very nature of his temperament, and he is so vain that, though he has a thousand and one basic reasons for being bored, the slightest thing, like pushing a ball with a billiard cue, will be enough to divert him.”
If our condition were truly happy we should not need to divert ourselves from thinking about it.
Anyone who does not see the vanity of the world is very vain himself. So who does not see it, apart from young people whose lives are all noise, diversions, and thoughts for the future?
But take away their diversion and you see them bored to extinction. Then they feel their nullity without recognizing it, for nothing could be more wretched than to be intolerably depressed as soon as one is reduced to introspection with no means of diversion.