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Climbing the Mountain

Sometime in October 2008

My quest for meaning is still on. Over the past few weeks I have been plagued with questions I have asked myself ever since I was eleven – what is life about? Why am I here? What should I do with myself? Where do I go? Is there meaning to our existence?

The questions are not new. But each seeker is. We each will need to find our own answers I suppose – like those who have before. Philosophers, artists, government servants, homemakers, astronauts – I guess everybody asks the question. So my depression at this point is really nothing out of the ordinary. My complete lack of will to wake up in the morning, take the bus to work, work, and return, eat, sleep… is not peculiar to my condition. It has been and is a part of most people’s lives whether they know it or not.

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I wrote this at a time when I had just joined work and was also reading Arthur Schopenhauer in Alain de Botton’s The Consolations of Philosophy. That was the fourth chapter in the book and it re…