Why? Because friendships happen through shared experiences. And so, unless you only watch mainstream shows and listen to mainstream music, the breadth of your experiences is beyond anything anyone can ever understand. The anime you watched when you were 15? The band you loved as a college student that no one cares about? The book you read which isn’t even translated to your mother tongue? It’s all lost. Lost experiences, unshared with anyone. And you are alone in consuming it all. As alone as CJ when having sex with his brother-in-law’s cousin. Except your girlfriend won’t get that reference, will she? Or maybe you won’t either.
The most horrible things in life are caused by evil people. Humans. It’s so difficult to comprehend, but it’s true. Someone, somewhere, decides that millions should die. That a woman should be raped. That a boy should be alone. Humans decide these things, and there is no one to stop them sometimes. But it’s awful that we must rely on someone to stop them in the first place. It is awful that we must get hurt in the first place. The world could have been a happy place, life an adventurous experience. But it wasn’t. It isn’t. It never will be. It is a sad, angry, evil place, with empathy only a secondary issue.
But if empathy is so secondary, what are we working for? What is all of this effort for? Nothing. But from the same place that evil comes, comes another thing: meaning. Somehow, we manage to attach meaning onto these wretched experiences. We call it “surviving” instead of losing so much. We call it a fight against evil, never asking why evil should exist in the first place. And somehow, that makes us happy. Our brain creates the evil, and ours brain draws meaning from evil. How fucking stupid. An engineer’s nightmare.
In a sea of dreams,
What is there to lose?
If all is as unreal
As the moment unlived,
Then what is the point
Of weeping
Other than for another moment to be?
I’ve realized that life can only have meaning if we, in our heads, have the ability to make meaningful stories of it. It doesn’t make sense, so we have to make it make sense. We have to say there was a reason for that shit friendship, or that lonely, painful year. We have to be able to tell stories. We do it either through religions, detaching ourselves a little bit, or, for me, by finding connections to the stories of movies and books and other people’s lives that I know of. And that’s important I think, because not everyone seems to be able to do it. And if you can’t make sense of your own story, like how the story of a book makes sense, you’ll always be hopeless, destitute, depressed. So I guess this is the importance of fiction for me.
In therapy, and in my journey of healing through a lot of my traumatic experiences, I’ve had weeks where everything was absolutely horrible. Everything felt anxious. And my body could feel it.
Around the same time that I started this journey, I also began weightlifting. With weightlifting, a lot of that burden was taken off. I could feel my body feeling that anxiety and working right through it.
At the beginning, it was everything. Since my body was new to weightlifting, every strength training exercise helped. My confidence soared. Deadlifts in particular were pretty fun. After a year though, it was just a habit and it didn’t really work on those anxieties much anymore.
But there were weeks when I was going through something deep in therapy, and was feeling a lot of things. And depending on what I was experiencing, some exercise seemed to hit the spot for that feeling and anxiety.
Most recently, it’s been squats. I felt insecure, and squats gave me security and strength right inside my trunk, it seemed. It strengthens my heart. It’s still ongoing with this one, so I can tell you that as I lay in my bed writing this, I’m craving squats, an exercise that I always avoid as much as I can.
Another one was pull ups and other shoulder and upper back focused exercises like some yoga poses and stretches. They finally took a heavy weight off my shoulders and made me slightly more social and less burdened.
Another had been yoga itself. It released so much tension that had been built up inside me. I felt free, like the white Canadian boys I envied (haha).
That’s all to say, I’m glad I found weightlifting. It’s fucking amazing.
What does it all matter? When we are constantly alone, in the universe, in our rooms, in our heads, in our cold bodies, what does it matter?
It doesn’t. Loneliness is eternal. Love is not. Warmth is not. I guess we live for the temporary things. Temporary families, temporary relationships, temporary acts of kindness, temporary empathy.
But doesn’t that suck? It does. I fucking hate it.
Imagine being born into a wealthy family, having been encouraged from the beginning to pursue your mind’s magic. You’re given a guitar, or brushes, or a writer’s notebook with a nice cover. Will you ever become great?
Perhaps. But I think you’ll more likely suck. Why? Because you only ever focused on expressing, not dealing with pain. Actual pain, in your mind, in your heart. And if you’ve never been through heartbreak, if you’ve never been kicked by a policeman, if you’ve never seen shit or escaped the shit that you have seen, I don’t think you’ll be great.
Life is the precursor to greatness. With all its garbage. That’s what I like to think at least.
I was watching A Charlie Brown Christmas, and I realized how much our generation is defined by nostalgia. Go on Instagram and watch some of the reels that people in their twenties are making. The music, the photography, the darkness of nostalgia seeping through all the little scenes from old films and animations such as Charlie Brown, or ones with such dark themes as Mr. Robot. Watch this clip and tell me, why would an age be defined by having so little real lives, and so much daydreaming, imagination, and hopelessness?
Perhaps we are the generation that truly lives and realizes the horrors of technology. Perhaps we are the ones who will shun social media and return to the embrace of nature. Perhaps we will even manage to destroy capitalism and all things commercials, as Charlie Brown would like it. If a new world comes out of this, I hope it will be a communal one. And I hope we survive the nostalgia of a better past.
Tiny spoiler alert.
How can you accept what happens at the end of AoT? How can you justify living in the aftermath of, or worse, during a continuous disaster? How can you ever make peace with the fact that there has always been so much history, so much death, so many terrible, terrible things? How can you see the leaf of a tree amongst all the bloodshed?
Life, I believe, for many of us since forever, and for many others perhaps since the pandemic, has become a grim, dark affair. There are wars causing suffering that we can see so closely, and we have to be so cruel to live in joy. Who else can ignore everything in the name of happiness?
For years people have preached the ways of happiness and success. Now, we are beginning to realize again: life is an affair of suffering on a grand scale. Your grandmother suffered in her last years. Your neighbor has been lonely for so long, with not even you to visit him. There is a cat two streets down from you, being abused by her owner. And there’s heartbreak, pain, and grief all around us. What is the point of happiness, when there is so much to feel?
We must try, perhaps, to gather a group of people who will come, willingly and lovingly, to visit our grave. But that is all there is to us. And it should make us cry.
The world is very different now. There are TikTok trends and scrolling, and that is changing us all. We’re losing attention span, but are also more aware of it than we were a few years ago. The very core of our lives has changed, and I believe for many of us it’ll stay that way. Even if we manage to go offline by an immense power of will, we’ll always know that there’s a magical cyberspace that most of our friends and family live in. If the people around us change, so do we.
But I’m not so gloomy about it. I think, in fact, that it should be interesting to see how we as humans will react to this scrolling phenomenon. Scrolling through social media, like anything else, will eventually be saturated in our lives, and like anything else, we’ll get sick of it (if we haven’t already). That’ll lead us to react (as many of us already have), and we’ll fall back closer to where we used to be before social media, except, we’ll have some pretty neat Instagram videos to show for it (and some quite morally questionable ones as well).
Many TikTok content creators are already striving to move away from simple, naive jokes and trends, and create more depth in their content. Some use it to showcase the artworks they’ve spent tens of hours on, and some simply apply great cinematography and writing that makes their videos as worthy to watch as a section of a great movie.
Consumers are also trying to limit their social media usage, and being picky about what they would like to see. They follow and unfollow, cancel and uncancel, and some simply leave this space and learn to be at peace with the fact that it exists, and that they’re not in it. There’s a dynamicity in all of it.
This should, in the near future, bring a better equilibrium to our online lives. As we react, we grow and learn to use the tools we have better. But like the growth of capitalism, many evils will remain. Will the world be better or worse? Who the fuck knows? But we’ll find a way to keep our humanity nonetheless. We’ll react by going offline or learning to make fire without equipment, and the combination of our earthly humanness and the digital space will be, at the very least, interesting to see. So let’s have some fucking hope.