i am upset because i see a meaningless world.
i am upset because i see no meaning.
at one time, i thought that what made me upset is that i thought the world was filled with anger, or hate, or frustration, or violence, or war, or disease, or pestilence.
but, i am upset because i see no meaning, no coherence, no significance in the world.
i am not upset with the computer for not performing properly. i am upset with the computer because the computer has no meaning.
i am not upset with the car for not performing properly. i am upset with the car because the car has no meaning.
i am not upset with the building for not being as it should. i am upset with the building because the building has no meaning.
so it doesn’t help me to label the computer as a good computer, just as it does not help me to label the car as a nice car, or to label the building as a beautiful building.
the issue is that irrespective of good or bad, or nice or nasty, or beauitful or ugly, terms that add description to the object do not remove the meaninglessness of that object.
something that has no meaning should not bother me, even if another person or another entity has ascribed meaning to that something.
yet, their ascribing of that something affects my ability to be happy just as my ascribing of that something affects my ability to be happy.
yet, because, ultimately, that something is actually meaningless, i attempt to impute, to inscribe, upon that something some type of value, all in order for it not to be meaningless.