DE Weekly: Frost, Jaspers, & The Road Not Taken
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both”, wrote Robert Frost in his 1915 poem, “The Road Not Taken”.
These lines begin the first stanza of one of Frost’s most famous poems, one you’ve likely heard before.
DE Weekly: Ozymandias, Breaking Bad, & Illusion
The great existential question has always been “What is the meaning of life?” The consensus vote of the existentialists was, more or less, “Life has no inherent meaning.” If that’s the case, then it’s up to us to create our own meaning.
That’s all well and good. But we’re still left without a solution. So, we have to ask ourselves, What do I do if life has no meaning? Furthermore, how do I find my purpose?