You know, I first stumbled into existentialism about two years ago when I was in a really dark place, trying to figure out if any of this actually matters. I read Camus and a bit of Sartre, felt that weird mix of dread and freedom, and then I just stopped—life got loud, work got heavy, and I let it slide. Now I'm coming back to it after everything has shifted—pandemic, career change, the whole deal—and the conversation feels different. People aren't talking about "the absurd" the same way; it's all about capitalism and burnout and some blend of stoicism I don't quite recognize. I feel like I walked into a club I used to know and now the music is different and I'm wearing the wrong shoes.
When I first tried this, I was reading "The Myth of Sisyphus" (the Penguin Classics edition, about $14) and journaling every morning, trying to force meaning onto blank pages. It worked for maybe a month. Then I hit this wall where I realized I was just narrating my own misery in a fancy French accent. I tried a podcast called Philosophize This—great for commutes, but it made me more confused because the host kept jumping between Kierkegaard and Nietzsche like they were the same guy. Now I see YouTube videos with titles like "Existentialism for Late Capitalism" and I wonder if I'm even asking the right questions anymore. Maybe I was just romanticizing despair back then and now I'm too practical to fall for it.
So here's what I'm stuck on—when you already burned through the "life is meaningless, now what?" phase and the novelty wore off, where do you even go from there? Is there a modern writer or thinker who actually addresses what it means to live with this stuff when you have a mortgage and a 9-to-5 and no time for dramatic cafe brooding?
The way you described feeling like you're wearing the wrong shoes really hit home. I felt the same when I tried to reconnect with existentialism during all the chaos last year. The discussions had definitely shifted toward practicality, with a heavy focus on how to navigate modern life amid the absurdity. It was jarring.
I resonate with your experience of falling back into existential questions post-pandemic. Have you checked out any modern writers? I've found that reading about existentialism in the context of modern stressors really reframes those ideas—maybe try reading some of Kierkegaard’s essays on anxiety. They’re surprisingly relatable.
Totally relate to that feeling of falling into despair after reading the classics. I read a lot of Camus too but found that a lot of contemporary thinkers like Alain de Botton touch on similar themes but with an inclination toward practical philosophy. It might be a bridge back into it without the heavy angst.
You mentioned a shift to capitalism and burnout, which I think is relevant. Many of us face the absurd in our daily grind—I'd recommend exploring writings that integrate existentialism with current societal structures. Maybe someone like Rainer Maria Rilke? There’s depth without the cafe existentialism.
It's interesting you felt confused by that podcast. The modern interpretations can be a mixed bag, to be honest. On one hand, it makes philosophy accessible, but on the other, it can muddy the waters of deep thought. Maybe try someone like Peter Singer for a modern application of these ideas; he might tackle those existential questions amidst everyday life intricacies.