Life is sad, my question a few poems ago, is it better to be happy with a lie? Or sad with the truth. A point encapsulated with Rick and Morty.
Rick, the genius, or the God. Knows everything, can do everything and is the “most intelligent being in the universe”, and some may think this offers, happiness, power, fulfilment. It does not. Being able to do anything takes away any fulfillment in the endless universe where everything is ordinary. Happiness is gone, as he knows of his futile and meaningless existence. Yes he is powerful, he can do anything, however what is the meaning of this? When nothing matters in the end.
Another main character to mention is Jerry, the saddest character in the show, agreed by most fans to be stupid, pathetic, sad, good-hearted but useless and stupid. He is happy at the most mundane things, in one episode a very poorly-run simulation running at 3% power is enough to make his “life complete” and be the best thing that ever happened to him despite being clearly a simulation and not ‘reality’. He is happy, he lives happy, in ignorance, of everything.
Existential philosophers talk about existence, and existentialism, talking of universal meaningless and sadness that comes with it, but talk of ‘making your own meaning’, basically a lie to keep one comfort. Much like a factory-farmed chicken, keeps a hope for escape, even as its head is placed on the block.
An existential question, is there a way to ‘live in the truth’ which is something 7-year-old me promised to always do, but, how? When life is split into a dichotomy of truth with complete sadness or a false lie.