I think it was my Mum’s reluctance to let me go to Brownies that set me on the path to being an Existential kind of mother….
..it was the swearing allegiance to Christianity and the Queen that I think put my Mum off. Without either of those things or even a Brown Owl to look to for guidance, it all seems pretty obvious that when I left home and started a philosophy degree that I would develop a little crush on Jean-Paul Sartre.
I like to think it was a proper philosophical quest that drew me to Existentialism. In all honesty, Jean-Paul Sartre is a lot more accessible than the likes of Emmanuel Kant. And I was having sex quite often at university. I did observe that philosophy students who were wooed by acoustic guitar players and had sex liked Sartre. As an aside, those who could not play the guitar and who were not having sex seemed to prefer Neitzche.
The thing that struck a chord with me, is Sartre’s assertion that life pretty much has no meaning. Nobody can tell us what to do unless we let them. We are totally free. And that freedom is terrifying. So we have to give life our own meaning. We have to take responsibility.
Ever since realising this I have been trying to find not the meaning of life, but to understand what gives my life meaning.
While I am still trying to work it out, the boys are starting to have questions on what is right and wrong. They wonder how we all got here and where the world came from. They are watching us. They are observing our attitudes and our actions. Our answers to their questions and our attitudes and our actions are informing their little characters and forming their understanding of the world and their hopes and dreams.
Sartre felt a little bit sick and a little bit terrified when he realised we had all this freedom to determine our own values. Well, that is nothing to how a mother feels when trying to answer the questions of the best philosophers in the world: children.
I want to answer their questions well and wisely. But I don’t feel wise enough. I don’t know why we’re here. I don’t know what if feels like to be born. I don’t know if 3 portions of raisins and 2 of grapes equals your 5 a day or where your shoes are.
I do know I need to listen to the kids a bit more. I do think I’ve probably spent a lot of time asking the wrong questions.
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haha, I actually like this. The thing about Nietzsche is great, I used to love Nietzsche.
That’s made me laugh! Trust you have managed to get yourself a few Sartre moments since then.
This is a really fantastic post and I love the Sartre/Nietzsche thing because it is so true! My favorite though, is how you speak to the fact that the greatest philosophers are children. Perhaps no truer sentiment!
Thank you Cylithria. Yep – those pesky kids keep me on my toes. Wonder what they will be – Sartre or neitzche? Possibly best to not think about it too