Hopelessness

The great German pessimist Arthur Schopenhauer saw the world as an unjust and miserable place for all the obvious reasons. Liberals tend to suppose the same but blindly hope it can get better, via people power or some such nonsense, while nihilists worthy of their salt haven't any hope but the difference and lines of flight that may arise if only the onotlogical crust overcoding being (one-dimensionality) is removed by fire. There is no hope because people do not have the capcity to lead themselves; there is no hope because hell is other people--others that must also be crushed as quickly as the leftists that seek power over chaotic individuals. But this says nothing about the possibility that might arise if one would simply embrace the line of flight that is Autonomy, because, in that case, one might have hope for oneself but none for everyone; yet, as soon as passive desire is translated into action, hope is no longer a distant dream, but a foundational reality. 

It seems to me that it is in this relation to self--suffering teaches a life worth living--that Schopenhauer is a moral exemplar for active nihilism, which is not altogether hopeless, nor very interested in producing some kind of utopia (no place). It is not that one carries out good acts because there is an obvous benefit; rather, it is that such makes life worth living, such allows the possibility of liking oneself. By analogy, as it is not that one does good for God's potential reward, so one doesn't carry out anarchy for the production of some utopic distant fantasy. First and foremost, it is that if life were miserable with a paycheck at the end, such wouldn't be worthy of our own desires, and even more so without the certainty of such a paycheck. That is, we are active because it makes us want to live with ourselves, whatever anyone else thinks about us, gods or other anarchists.

Obviously life isn't always miserable. There are good days and bad days; it depends on what you are doing. But cultural life in general, while obviously miserable, is still worth altering so long as possible, near oneself, only because doing so helps the individual to grow strong; for activity builds a life worthy of life itself. In other words, I desire to fit the logic of life and death, not cutting my right to life short, and especially not because I cannot handle growth, hard lessons, and seeing ourselves through. If possible, I want to look back at myself and say I died well; fuck all the rest.