Have you ever heard a story about sadness? Hurting and to be hurt?
Have you ever heard a story about losing someone? Leaving and to be left alone.
If I were to believe neuroscientists, who are very expert in explaining about atomic molecule inside my body and electric current inside my brain, I would never thought about the feeling of sadness and losing.
If I were to also believe utilitarianists, go to hell with them! Cost and benefit analysis will deliver me to avoid such feelings.
But now I am telling you a story about affectivity, the uniqueness endowed to every human being.
Sartre says I am cursed to be free.
For me, that is the true nature of human beings: to be free is to be responsible for all the realities. Sartre sees it as a curse. I may see it as my power to shape the world.
I then back to a story about sadness.
And I try to scrutinize the line with a story about freedom.
And I never find any kind of predestination.
I only find facticity produced by choices.
And I feel that I get trapped inside a horizon that blinds my consciousness.
If it were the opposite, I might not tell you a story about this sadness. It is not because of my disposition for not to be neither neuroscientists nor utilitarianists.
It is because I would tell you a story about “I” who is able to choose to be sad.