Albert Camus

•October 1, 2011 • Leave a Comment
Albert Camus

Albert Camus

 

Albert Camus~ My absurd Little Darling

 

Camus only brought to the surface that which I think we all must feel during our most private moments. Ideas about who we are, why we exist, why are try to make sense of a world that has no solid meaning.  Though Camus did not initiate command over the idea of the examined life, he was an important force in the search for meaning based on his strong belief in personal experience.

We are creatures of meaning, of symbols, of reason, yet, we persist in a world that takes no prisoners in terms of logical sense. We beat our brains trying to understand why “he did that to me,” or “why this or that was taken from me,” or perhaps “given to me,” or worse, “them.” Camus was not immune to these problems; he was a constant sufferer of life’s existential puzzle.

Camus rejected labels, something we humans seem to cling to like, well…life. When the sure result of all that categorical energy still ends in our death. How absurd.

I am drawn to Camus more for his boldness and artistic flow. He was combative, resistant, political, and brilliant. His writing is beautiful and thoughtful. Camus was so revered in fact that he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957, just two years before the car accident that would entertain his life’s work.

We are right behind you, Sir.

 

 

What is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

~Albert Camus

 

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