The Existentialist

Existential Writer / Speaker / Coach

The Existentist

Philosophy, psychology and motivation for a life of purpose and passion.
Discovering what it means to be truly alive.

  • Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
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About: Happiness

The Existentialist is an extension of About:Happiness, committed to helping our clients lead richer, fuller, happier, more meaningful, more fulfiling lives. We help you find your answers to age old questions like:

What's my life purpose? 90%
How can I be truly happy? 70%
How do I become my best self? 95%
What's my role in the the world? 60%

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  • Attribution


    You are the highest of highs
    You are the reward of my toil

    You are the untouchable
    You are the insurmountable
    You are unprotected, and thus indestructible

    You are the epitome of the human spirit
    Yet you're only human
    That's what makes you supreme

    You are the promise land... the dream destination...
    You're always the goal, yet always unattained

    You're the light at the end of the tunnel
    Always in sight, but always far away

    If only I could have you...
    I would be redeemed of my sins
    I would be immortal
    I would be alive........

    If only I could.

    You're the frail beauty that perishes when possessed
    But I would never know

    You're the angel's voice in despair
    that I have never heard

    You're my saviour, my guiding spirit
    The twilight of eternal youth
    The elixir of life

    So I'd like to believe

    You're the love of my life
    You're a figment of my imagination

    I'm trapped in a loop of my own hope
    That would never manifest, and never die.

    You are the absolute
    You're too good to be real
    If only you were real
    Are you?

    But I must believe in you
    To preserve the integrity of everything I stand for.

    For you are the culmination of my faith
    My only surviving hope.....

    Before I find out otherwise.

    "How can you ignore my faith in everything
    When I know what Faith is, and what it's worth"
    -Steve Harley (Make Me Smile)
  • That Whereby Men Live

    That Whereby Men Live

    I was about to write something stupid but thought against it. Metacognitive as I always am, I am aware now that my feelings might merely be a projection of a conscious reflection arising out of the superimposition of years of environmental conditioning, social structure and human evolution. In essence, I might just be constructing a reality that is made essentially out of nothing. But yet, these fictional realities sometimes overlap, sometimes coincide between two or more people, resulting in consensus. Consensus doesn’t necessitate correctness, it merely represents reinforcement arriving from mutual acceptance. The consented matter might be grounded in reality, or floating in delusion, yet for the consenting believers, that's all that matters. That is true, that is uncontested, that is given.  In a sense, by the very nature of human incompetence of arriving at an absolute, only the relative can be consented on. And so, every act of consented conviction must probably arise, to some extent, out of an irrational judgement of merit made by an other-than-cognitive process. And so long as the battle is not entirely fought on terms of syllogistic logic, there is always the possibility of longevity – through compromise and adjustment. Is that really bad though? Not until one finds out otherwise. And it can still be rationalised – we're all schizophrenics that way. And how long can it last, before reality takes over? Well, it lasts some people a lifetime, and that's as long as we can measure anyway. Psychology is a science but isn't physics, minds work roughly on rules but aren't computer programmes, hearts beat but aren't mechanical pistons. Not even close. We may never find out otherwise, maybe we don't want to either. Machines don't want, we do. We desire, emote, express, feel. Machines need fuel and commands. We need love.

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