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Living the Absurd: How It Shapes My Life
An absurd experience in my life was being diagnosed with bipolar disorder. At first, I thought I was simply dealing with anxiety and insomnia, but the diagnosis came out of nowhere, completely unexpected. It felt random, almost surreal, and it’s had a profound impact on my life ever since.
In absurdist philosophy, something is absurd when it lacks inherent meaning. The world itself, in its chaos and randomness, isn’t rational and doesn’t provide any transcendent purpose. Yet, as human beings, we’re driven to seek that meaning, to impose some kind of order on our lives. In facing the absurd, we have a few possible responses: suicide, religious belief, seeking power (as portrayed in Albert Camus’ play Caligula), or accepting the absurd without trying to resolve it.
For me, I would choose religious belief, because it offers meaning to things we feel should have meaning. Even without hard proof, religion provides answers and a sense of order that comforts us in a world that otherwise might seem purposeless. It’s the closest solution to satisfying our deep need for meaning.
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A World of Shadows and Silence
In Distant Planet and Darkness Descends, Dave White and Kiana Jimenez craft parallel visions of isolation and loss. The alien cliffs under a red sun mirror the poem’s suffocating night, both capturing the vast emptiness of worlds abandoned and the despair of hope extinguished, yet still lingering in shadow.
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Letters That Never Return
Letters That Never Return” speaks to the ache of longing, unspoken words, and the silence that lingers when love remains unanswered. Paired with Dave White’s illustration Beach Dog, the poem reflects on memory, loss, and the fleeting nature of connection—like letters adrift, never finding their way back.
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The Inheritance of Silence
She was born into silence, her mother’s whispered prayers fastening an invisible mask across her face. It was meant to protect, to keep the storm at bay. But masks crack. One day hers slipped, and in the blinding light she discovered both the cost of freedom and the weight of inheritance.