Hmmm… how mundane our lives are. For F*ck It Friday I decided to post a novel written by the brilliant Jean-Paul Sartre as this work seems to reflect the idea of life being extremely dull, which in turn causes us to get a bad case of the “F*ck Its.”
Nausea has been one of Sartre’s most notable and intriguing novels. Chronicling the life of a Historian, Sartre depicts human life as a trivial existence that misappropriates the gravity expressed towards petty issues. The novel illustrates our humdrum lives as simply being a meaningless existence; this concept reflects his existentialist philosophical perception on the art of “being.” The Main character experiences a strange and sickening sensation he is unable to identify which seems to be Sartre’s way of illustrating the pain we feel after discovering our lives are essentially worthless.
Depressing isn’t it? It appears we are afraid to acknowledge we exist in an essence that is separate from other people and material objects: “existence precedes essence.” Ultimately, there is this bare existence that is utterly tragic. Human life is incredibly isolating and meaningless, and in order to “get by” if you will, we must assert our own existence and escape into the nothingness that our insignificant lives offer.
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