/lit/ - Literature

>>13513367
Sorry, I assumed you were trans for the longest time because of the hateful replies and the feteshized comments you sometimes get.

Yes, as a marxist I do indeed have a mission of emancipating the working class. And under that falls organizing, educating, and all the other forms of praxis. And yes I do believe communism and socialism will never be achievable under the dialectic and that we are all doomed to extinction under capitalism, but I feel like this does not solve existential distress, simply solve life's purpose completely but only adds a small piece of the puzzle to life's entirety.
I mentioned wittgenstein before and I feel like I can use him as a way to better explain this. He tore himself over the limits of human potential using his logic, and then later language games, as a sort of cope that ultimately never completely helped him cope and he kept on destroying his mental well being over this. Similarly (although I am sure my struggles are nowhere near as bad as his since I have lived much less of life) I tear my well being over the limits of human potential and the impossibility of perfection, and the displaced rumination over this perfection, and the impossibility of perfection even under human limits precisely because of the impossibility of perfection. The only saviour seems to be death and I desperately seek something to keep me cognitively dissonant to either make life bearable so I do not kill myself, or to make me reject this completley. Kierkegaard offers a solution, but it seems clear it won't work unless you are already deeply religious, and that he himself did not achieve it. Marxism offers a antidote in praxis and theory being praxis. Another anon talks about montaigne. You talk about epicurus and nietzsche. Some people never fall into it in the first place by never thinking about it too much. Some people meditate. I wish I just had something to grab me and "delude" me.