Someone once said:
“Nihilism, what horse shit. What did Nietzsche give us besides a few words like ‘lifestyle’.”
For something that doesn’t exist, people have spent an awful lot of time talking about objective meaning, purpose, etc. And now that we all conceive of objective meaning, whether it be divine or otherwise inherent in the universe, it has become like an imaginary standard that all personal meaning, values, and reasons can only fall short of. In the past, if people have assumed objective meaning it seems to have usually been an optimistic assumption that complemented the human desire to know and understand. For someone of this disposition, nihilism is extreme pessimism.
But nihilism can be the primer that ignites a phoenix transformation. Old, tired illusions are shattered and destroyed and from the ashes meaning rises anew. Nihilism is the realization that there is no justification for what you value, for the rightness of your values. It’s not easy to reconcile this belief while living amongst people everywhere giving reasons and rationalizations for their value judgments that are in all cases baseless. Nihilism is not a contradiction, it is not some impossible belief in nothingness, it does not mean that a nihilist should have no reason to do anything.
For a long time now, I’ve understood nihilism to mean the view that there is no inherent meaning or value in anything, that all meaning and value exists dependently on subjects (like us). I think that this can be a supremely depressing thought for people who have been under the impression that meaning and value are objective and concretely given by God or the nature of the universe, indisputable and certain. Thus, the nihilistic realization can come as a truly horrible and irreconcilable let down. On the other hand, if you are comfortable with the idea of subject dependent meaning and value, it can really expose an infinity of possibilities and make life endlessly fascinating and worthwhile. The difference is perspective, and perspective is sometimes a difficult thing to change.
I see nihilism as almost trivially true. And yet, I also believe meaning is part of the nature of human existence. It’s automatic. It’s always already there. It would take deception to believe that all was meaningless.
All we value is absolutely temporally, biologically, and experientially contingent and hence bound to be annihilated. Yes, it’s true. And it’s clear that in a certain light the idea becomes so unbearable and preoccupying…strangling and demotivating…that it begins to hollow out one’s soul into an abyss – a prison of depreciation and denial – where the self disengages from every feeling and incarcerates every beautiful thought. It is very possible however to accept nihilism, as I do, as trivially true and to be emboldened by new possibilities for meaning. I accept that the here and now, the meaning of the moment, of my life, may perish forever in the great procession of the universe. But I will have always been a part of the great procession. That is an absolute. And I can play my part in the grand procession however I see fit. What will I make of it! No deception or delusion necessary, but pure excitement at the possibility of creation.
Have courage [!]