A Life Worth Living.


On certain days, or perhaps even during extended periods that span weeks, months, or even years, there are moments when life may lose its luster. We find ourselves ensnared in an unrelenting cycle of despair, envy, and sorrow. Yet, in the midst of this relentless struggle, there emerges a glimmer of hope when the sun breaks through the clouds of our desolation. It pierces the veil of our turmoil, revealing the vibrant hues that course through the tapestry of existence. Tragically, not everyone perseveres long enough to witness this transformation, as many succumb to the shadows before the dawn of that revitalizing sunlight. We are required to create A Life Worth Living.

It's easy for us to forget that life is also replete with moments of illumination and happiness. We must hold onto the belief that happiness is indeed a human possibility. At times, thoughts of death may intrude upon our minds, and regrettably, some may even become their own tormentors. But it's a question we all inevitably confront: Is life truly worth living?

Camus, in resonance with the timeless wisdom of ancient philosophy, emphasizes the imperative of mastering the faculties of the mind. Just as a baby learns to walk through trial and error, we too must consciously harness our mental capacities. It's incumbent upon us to nurture rationality and scrutinize both the world around us and our place within it. Yet, regrettably, many individuals, in their quest to avoid teetering on the precipice of despair, feign discovery of a wellspring of purpose, all the while concealing the seeds of destruction within their hearts.

Albert Camus delves into the intricacies of suicide, attributing it to the senselessness and futility that pervade human suffering. A multitude subscribe to the notion that adversity fortifies them or fulfills a divine plan. But what becomes of the soul that awakens one day, recognizing suffering's ceaseless, unrelenting grip, after three decades of hoping in vain for happiness? What course should we chart? In the face of contemplating such a dire choice as ending one's own life, Camus imparts profound reflection in the depths of despair, stating:

The real effort is to stay there, rather, in so far as that is possible, and to examine closely the odd vegetation of those distant regions.

How does it come to pass? When will this moment unfold? Perhaps it transpires after enduring years of soul-draining employment or weathering a marriage bereft of affection, leaving us ultimately starved for love. But one day, we awaken with a perplexing inquiry: "Why do we persist in this struggle?" According to Albert Camus, this query initiates a pivotal juncture, where we can either gravitate towards despair or embark on the path to recovery. It serves as the key that unlocks a profoundly disconcerting revelation - life, even for those who kneel before altars, beseech the heavens and lunar glow, surrounded by an array of multicolored candles that adorn the wooden surface, suffused with the fragrant aura of sage, is far from predictable or secure. However, Camus unequivocally underscores that the instant this question permeates our consciousness, we break free from the monotony of routine existence and find ourselves at the threshold of a transformative opportunity to shift our very essence. Albert Camus says:

It awakens consciousness and provokes what follows. What follows is the gradual return into the chain or it is the definitive awakening. At the end of the awakening comes, in time, the consequence: suicide or recovery. In itself weariness has something sickening about it. Here, I must conclude that it is good. For everything be-gins with consciousness and nothing is worth anything except through it. There is nothing original about these remarks. But they are obvious; that is enough for a while, during a sketchy reconnaissance in the origins of the absurd. Mere “anxiety,” as Heidegger says, is at the source of everything.

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