🌑 Facing the Absurd
The world is cruel.
Violent. Irrational. I see that clearly now.
For years, I tried to explain it away. I told myself there was order, that if only I pleased enough people or shrank myself small enough, I could avoid notice. But the world is not orderly.
It never was.
Camus wrote about this in The Stranger. A man who does not play along with the roles society expects of him. A man who sees life in its raw absurdity. A man who finally finds peace not in meaning, but in acceptance.
There is no grand design. No neat justice. Only how we choose to stand in the face of it.
📚 The Roots of It
Harmonic Resilience does not stand alone. It grows out of traditions that shaped how I see the world.
- Absurdism: From Camus, I learned that life is absurd. The world will never offer neat order or meaning. Peace comes not from solving the absurd but from facing it honestly.
- Existentialism: Existentialists teach that meaning is not found, but made. My submission, my honesty, my daily choices, these are the meanings I create for myself.
- Stoicism: The Stoics remind me that I cannot control the world, only my stance within it. To bend but not break. To accept chaos without surrendering to it.
- Humanism: Everyday humanism grounds me in dignity, connection, and care. Meaning is not in systems or gods, but in how we live, give, and stay true.
Each strand left its mark. Together, they became something else.
🔎 Defining Harmonic Resilience
Resilience without harmony can feel cold. Like survival at any cost.
Harmony without resilience can drift into passivity. Pretending things are fine when they are not.
Harmonic Resilience is neither. It is not blind survival. It is not a soft illusion. It is the meeting point of the two.
To bend without breaking. To remain whole without hiding. To move with the absurdity of the world while refusing to fracture.
Where Absurdism ends with acceptance, Harmonic Resilience adds a stance: to live openly within the absurd. Where Existentialism calls for creating meaning, Harmonic Resilience places that creation in the lived balance between strength and softness, between outer truth and inner truth.
Where Stoicism emphasises control, Harmonic Resilience insists on unmasking. Even when control would be easier.
Where Humanism anchors dignity in connection, Harmonic Resilience extends that dignity inward. To the neurodivergent self the world so often denies.
🌱 Living Harmonic Resilience
Philosophy is only alive if it enters everyday life.
Imagine being in a room where everyone expects you to smile, nod, and agree. The safe thing is to stay quiet. To mask. To keep the peace.
But silence would cost me. Niceness would fracture me.
Harmonic Resilience is the choice to speak with honesty. Even if it unsettles the room.
Or picture devotion. To kneel is to bend, but not to vanish. My giving is real, but so is my self. The act is not weakness. It is harmony, because I am giving by choice, with truth intact.
Harmonic Resilience lives in these moments. Not in grand victories, but in the quiet refusal to fracture.
To remain whole while the world presses for collapse.
🌍 Harmonic Resilience in the World
The absurd is not just a theory. It lives in the news cycle. It lives in politics. It lives in the way society is built.
The world feeds us noise dressed as truth. Headlines dressed as facts. Outrage dressed as justice.
To take it all at face value is to fracture.
Discovering that I am neurodivergent sharpened my vision. For years, I thought I was failing. I believed the problem was me. Then I realised the problem was the world. A world not built for people like me. A world that demands masks, conformity, and obedience.
And once my own mask began to fall, I started to see through the other masks too.
Politics, religion, and the media all revealed themselves as man-made systems. Mostly built by men. Mostly serving men. Mostly designed to manipulate the masses into order.
They pretend to offer truth, justice, and meaning. But underneath, they are tools of control.
I know this because I lived inside them. I was heavily involved in politics. I worked in it. I gave it my energy, my conviction, my faith that it mattered.
Now I see it for what it is. A con job. A performance. A game of power where our votes are tokens, not truth.
To stay in it would have been to fracture.
Religion, I had already stepped away from, long before politics. I grew up inside it, shaped by a heavy religious family. It was drilled into me as truth. But even as a teenager, my autistic mind could not ignore what was plain.
It was built entirely on the words of men. No fact. All fiction. At best, a story to tame fear.
For years, I wanted to believe in spirit, in the afterlife, in something more. But now I do not.
The world is absurd.
These two systems once held so much weight in my life. Now they hold none. Their absence leaves space.
But it is not emptiness.
What fills it is my own way of living. Harmonic Resilience. Not politics. Not religion. Not illusion. But the daily choice to live whole, honest, and unhidden.
⚖️ My Answer to It
The world will never hand me meaning. Absurdism showed me that.
But out of that truth, I choose Harmonic Resilience.
It is not a borrowed theory. It is the way I live. The name I give to holding myself steady in a world that makes no sense.
Resilience on its own can feel cold. Harmony without resilience can drift into passivity. Harmonic Resilience is the binding of the two.
To bend without breaking. To live in truth without being swallowed by it. To let my inside and my outside match, even when the cost is high.
It is not about winning against the world. It is not about escaping it.
It is about moving within it without fracture.
When I live as an autistic man, it means refusing to mask myself into erosion.
When I love, it means caring openly but not at the expense of my truth.
When I give, whether in devotion or in daily life, it means bending without vanishing.
Harmonic Resilience is not survival. It is not endurance for its own sake. It is a choice to live whole, open, and unhidden.
Even when the world is absurd, cruel, or indifferent.
🧠 Autistic Insight
My autism sharpened this lesson. I spent decades masking, playing roles, pretending to be fine while I was burning inside.
That was not resilience. That was erosion.
The truth is that the world is not designed for people like me. It demands that we mask, that we shrink, that we make ourselves palatable. That cruelty is built into schools, workplaces, relationships, and daily life.
The pressure to hide is constant.
Harmonic Resilience is my refusal of that demand. To unmask, even when the world punishes difference. To live in truth, even when the structures around me reward conformity.
To bend but not break, even when everything is built to make me fracture.
🪞 Submission Through This Lens
Submission is where I live this most clearly.
I give myself over, but I do not vanish. I bend, but I do not break. I obey, but only in truth.
It is not weakness. It is not slavery. It is resilience. It is harmony.
🔥 What I Refuse
Harmonic Resilience is not endless niceness. It is not saying yes when I mean no. It is not silence in the face of cruelty.
Those are fractures. Those are survival, not living.
To stop being nice, and to choose kindness instead.
🌊 Why It Matters
The world will not soften. The absurd will not resolve.
But I can still choose how I meet it. I can stand in the glare of it, as Camus’s stranger did, and refuse to pretend.
And that means I will not hide who I am. I will not apologise for my difference, for my submission, for the way I live and breathe this part of myself.
To silence it would be to fracture again.
Harmonic Resilience is the courage to live it openly. To stand whole. To bend but not break.
Even when the world would rather I stayed silent.
🪶 My Reflection
Existentialism, Absurdism, Stoicism, and Humanism each left their mark on me.
But Harmonic Resilience is not borrowed philosophy. It is lived. It is how I take those ideas and make them my own.
It is how I face the absurd without despair. How I carry my identity without shame. How I live as an autistic man without masking.
This is my way of standing in the world. To bend but not break. To live openly. To remain whole.
To keep giving, even when the world does not understand.
If this sparks something in you, I love talking about these ideas and philosophies. You are welcome to get in contact with me.