hello eirdandfracar and all,
I had some trouble with relativism and weed back at university. After coming to think that my beliefs were formed entirely by my background and upbringing I struggled to justify what I thought and felt.
Any perspective I contemplated seemed to birth another contrary one and I couldn't find means to judge between them. Should I stay in and save money (protestant work ethic) or should I go out and live it up (romantic consumption)! Even trivial decisions like this became invested with all sorts of unnecessary significance. It was a solitary, uneasy experience.
I think a few things help put me back on track: "Herzog" by Saul Bellow, plenty of exercise and recognising that (some of) my indecision was justified. Let's face it most student nights are pretty shit...
Another thing that helped was trying to think less of morality and more of politics: what would a fairer distribution of resources, esteem, comfort look like?
What do you make of this question? Who when they speak in public life sets you alight?
Good luck |
