When I say “I flirt with nihilism,” I mean I brush up against the idea that nothing matters. I entertain it—not out of despair, but curiosity, maybe even defiance. I let the thought into the room, let it sit across from me. Sometimes, it feels like a shield, a way to detach from the pain, the chaos, the expectations.
But I don’t give myself over to it completely. I don’t belong to nihilism—I just entertain it. Like testing how cold the water is without diving in. There’s still something in me—maybe love, maybe purpose, maybe sheer stubbornness—that keeps me tethered to meaning, even if I question it.
So yeah… I flirt with it. I let the darkness speak. But I don’t let it move in.
Haunting words, Rich!
What do you mean by "I flirt with nihilism"?
When I say “I flirt with nihilism,” I mean I brush up against the idea that nothing matters. I entertain it—not out of despair, but curiosity, maybe even defiance. I let the thought into the room, let it sit across from me. Sometimes, it feels like a shield, a way to detach from the pain, the chaos, the expectations.
But I don’t give myself over to it completely. I don’t belong to nihilism—I just entertain it. Like testing how cold the water is without diving in. There’s still something in me—maybe love, maybe purpose, maybe sheer stubbornness—that keeps me tethered to meaning, even if I question it.
So yeah… I flirt with it. I let the darkness speak. But I don’t let it move in.
Ahhh I understood, thanks for the explanation, it sounded like approaching the forbidden border, dangerous even for one's anchored belief.