Do you think someone’s fucking gorgeous and want to approach them but are shitting yourself that they may not feel the same way? Sure, there is the possibility of rejection, but doesn’t the reward justify the risk? Why then do we hesitate so often when faced with the chance? A couple of hundred years ago, Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard came up with a reason why we let these opportunities pass when he was thinking about what gave life meaning. His ideas were so powerful they started a whole field called Existentialism, the philosophy of why we exist.
Kierkegaard wanted everyone to be aware that the clock is ticking. The way we experience life, one day after another seemingly forever, gives the impression that there’ll always be another time, another chance, but this is simply not the case. Putting off making change because of the risk, or the time it takes, or because you put other things before yourself, will inevitably mean, one day, no longer having that chance. We think ourselves immortal, especially in our youth, and not realising our finite existence, Kierkegaard claimed, leads us to despair and regret when we discover we’ve run out of time. As the ancient Greek philosophers would say, Memonto Mori - to find meaning in life, we must remember we will die.
Now don’t get all morbid. Kierkegaard didn’t mean we should be infatuated with death, but that the awareness of our mortality means we’ll get the best out of life. Knowing we are here for a fucking good time, not a long time, means to live with purpose and urgency. Take the risk and ask out the person you desire, or make the change you’ve wanted, because the chance won’t always be there. More important still, do it fucking sooner than later because you’ve only got a brief time in the world and you want to spend as much of it, as the great Greek philosopher Aristotle would put it, living life well. And what’s more important than enjoying life with someone you love?
Kierkegaard wanted everyone to be aware that the clock is ticking. The way we experience life, one day after another seemingly forever, gives the impression that there’ll always be another time, another chance, but this is simply not the case. Putting off making change because of the risk, or the time it takes, or because you put other things before yourself, will inevitably mean, one day, no longer having that chance. We think ourselves immortal, especially in our youth, and not realising our finite existence, Kierkegaard claimed, leads us to despair and regret when we discover we’ve run out of time. As the ancient Greek philosophers would say, Memonto Mori - to find meaning in life, we must remember we will die.
Now don’t get all morbid. Kierkegaard didn’t mean we should be infatuated with death, but that the awareness of our mortality means we’ll get the best out of life. Knowing we are here for a fucking good time, not a long time, means to live with purpose and urgency. Take the risk and ask out the person you desire, or make the change you’ve wanted, because the chance won’t always be there. More important still, do it fucking sooner than later because you’ve only got a brief time in the world and you want to spend as much of it, as the great Greek philosopher Aristotle would put it, living life well. And what’s more important than enjoying life with someone you love?