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The responses from the last posts were extremely helpful, which I am so grateful for.
I have another question.
I have been reading a lot into absurdism from Albert Camus, the idea that there is no inherent meaning in life, yet that is what humans yearn for. I have come around to this idea I believe, but I have said that before. For example, just 3 hours ago, I thought I believed in god. But after much thought and consideration, I finally have found peace in the freedom of this absurd state, as because there is no hope, we can live life to the fullest in each moment. I'd like to believe in this, as it seems to align with the Buddhist path, which of course is inherently reality. However, I would like to ask a few questions to make sure this belief is logical and aligns with Buddhist thought and reality.
Kierkegaard stated that a belief in anything beyond the Absurd requires an irrational but perhaps necessary religious acceptance in such an intangible and empirically unprovable thing (now commonly referred to as a "leap of faith") (Wiki absurdism article). Is an irrational belief in a higher power (just a belief, not a wanting for something from it) possible? Or is it contradictory to reality and truth?
Each night I say the same prayer to a god as a way to appreciate the chances, oppurtunities, and luck I have been given.
Of there is no god to pray to, than who or what do I have to be appreciative to?
"The absurdist philosopher Albert Camus stated that individuals should embrace the absurd condition of human existence while also defiantly continuing to explore and search for meaning" (Wiki article) and later "For Camus, the beauty people encounter in life makes it worth living. People may create meaning in their own lives, which may not be the objective meaning of life (if there is one), but can still provide something to strive for"(Wiki absurdism article)
Based on this, should we is it craving to defiantly strive towards an objective truth? Or should we be satisfied with our own personal meaning? It just feels like striving towards an objective truth is wanting to me.
Here is a link to article