A brief and slightly jumbled explanation of my personal philosophy, as scrawled out in bed at 4 AM on Black Friday

The experience of being me is the only experience I will ever have.

With that in mind, why should I not venerate myself as my own God? Why should I not center my view of the world on myself? What could possibly be more important to me than me? As far as I’m concerned, there is no higher calling than serving my own will.

Serving my own will doesn’t mean being mindlessly selfish. I like being social. I like being part of a community. I like seeing people cared for. I like loving people, and I like surrounding myself with people who love me. I consider it my duty to make sure that the people I love are happy and safe—but ultimately, I consider this a duty to myself, not a duty to any external power.

While I categorically reject any attempt to restrain me from serving my will, I am not fundamentally opposed to the notion of limits on my freedom. The key is this: if my will is supreme, limits imposed upon me can be legitimate only if I will them to be. The only rules I recognize are those to which I have freely consented. I reject authority not because I blindly oppose all rules, but because I demand to have the ultimate say in the rules that govern my actions. Authority may obtain my compliance through coercion, but that compliance is not consent.

Do I think others should approach life the way I do? I don’t see why not. The experience of being you is the only experience you will ever have, so why not serve your will above all else? But I do recognize that serving one’s own will doesn’t look the same for everyone. One may find that their highest happiness comes from dedicating one’s life to others, and I while I find that notion puzzling and entirely foreign, I recognize that it is no less valid than my own beliefs.

It’s 4 AM and I can barely type. I’m going to sleep now

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