How do you deal with the absurdity of life?
By “absurd” I mean what Camus meant by it—when you realize that life is a quest for purpose and meaning in a world which is inherently purposeless and meaningless, devoid of those concepts which bring meaning (eternal truths and values, God), what is your existential response?
Of course you might argue that those things do in fact exist, but I’d hazard to guess that all of us have at the very least been in a place where we feel the weight of such meaninglessness. All personal beliefs aside.
As reference, I’d recommend reading ‘The Myth of Sisyphus’ by Albert Camus, or at least a good summary of it. But I’d also really like to ask the question in a vacuum as well. We’ll see how the discussion goes.