Sometimes we are quite engulfed with the rot in our lives, that we start pulling a veil over our eyes. This pleasantly blinding veil gives us the warm illusion that somehow, everything that is going on around us has meaning.
There is this small egocentric feeling, a remnant from our childhood past, that we are in some way special or important. This mind-state, which naturally starts in most of us during our youth, has left us with an implicit way of thinking, that things do indeed happen for a reason. Sometimes the things that happen are bad, and in this unbroken chain of thoughts and feelings, doesn’t it naturally follow, that even the bad things happen for a reason? But not just any reason!
No! Since we know deep down that we are important, we keep that lingering feeling, that all things in one way or another must lead to something good, something benefiting us or our wisher in the long turn. Thus, a feeling occurs, a thought appears in our moments of downfall. We need not proclaim it, we even need not share it with anyone – strangely enough, this has the effect of both making its influence stronger and distancing us from our blatant selfishness that the world would mark us with, should we ever have the gall to proclaim it. This thought is the natural conclusion that we keep to ourselves, the conclusion that since everything has meaning, suffering too, must have meaning – and because we are important, so too will suffering benefit us if not now, the surely in the long run.
Even though deconstructing this way of thinking is rather easy and can be done by shedding light on all the circular arguments we engage in. It is far more sobering to just say “No, suffering has no meaning.”
It is wondrous how reasonable we perceive ourselves to be, and yet we still need to be told something so blatantly obvious in order to sober up and perhaps change a good chunk of our thinking about the way we go trough life. Personally, I saw this comment on “suffering” in a video by the Slovenian Philosopher Slavoj Žižek, and It was quite enough to combust some internal gears.
For some others, I suppose that I need to prove this statement, that suffering indeed does not have “deeper” meaning, that perhaps they are not the main character of a well written story, that perhaps there is no predetermined story where in some way, things are structured in your ultimate favor.
So, I ask myself, can I logically prove this? Probably. Will a logical proof suffice? Probably not…
Thus I will use another type of argument: How selfish do we have to be, to think that in some way, somehow, this is about us – the special one(s)?