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There's a feeling you've most definitely had before, but maybe you never knew how to describe it. It might come after a promotion you'd spent your whole life chasing, or after buying something that you convinced yourself would absolutely change your life, or perhaps after finally getting the attention of the person you couldn't stop thinking about. And hey, for a moment, maybe it felt incredible.
But then something strange happened. That feeling faded. Not all at once, but just enough for a quiet thought to creep in. Now what? The exciting promotion quickly became a regular day at the office. The new purchase became another object in the room. The person you couldn't stop dreaming about slowly became just a real person. And before long, your mind was already reaching for the next thing. And not because you wanted it to. It just happened.
200 years ago, a philosopher named Arthur Schroenhower looked at this feeling more closely than anyone else. What he discovered was so dark that he was once considered the greatest pessimist in the history of philosophy. The troubling possibility, however, is that he wasn't being pessimistic at all. He was simply the one paying the most attention.
At the dawn of the 19th century, Europe was intoxicated with the idea of progress. Science was expanding humanity's understanding of the world. Industry was transforming entire nations. Philosophers spoke confidently about reason, advancement, and the steady march of civilization towards something better. To many of the great thinkers of the age, humanity's endless striving looked like evidence of a higher purpose. We wanted more because we were moving forward.
But Arthur Schopenhauer looked at the very same world and saw something completely different. Where others saw progress, he saw restlessness. Where others saw purpose, he saw an insatiable longing. Where others saw humanity climbing towards a brighter future, he saw people trapped in an endless cycle of desire and disappointment.
Schopenhauer was different from his peers. And many credit this trait to his time studying Emanuel Kant. Kant believed that the world we see, we hear, we touch, and we measure is not reality itself. It's reality filtered through the machinery of our own minds. According to him, concepts like time, space, and causality are not features of the world as it truly is, but lenses through which we experience it. What we perceive is merely a representation of reality, not reality itself. His conclusion was that the true nature of existence, the thing behind everything we see, is forever hidden from us, locked away beyond the reach of human reason.
But Schopenhauer noticed something strange about Kant's reasoning. Uh, a loophole if you will. If Kant was right, then there was one thing in the universe that he wasn't observing from the outside himself. If we can't know the reality behind other things because we stand apart from them, then what happens when we turn inward? What happens when we examine the one thing we experience not as an object but from within?
And at first, the answer seems obvious. You might expect to find a thinking self, a rational mind, a stable personality sitting somewhere behind your eyes. But that's not what Schopenhauer found. When he looked inward, he discovered something far more primitive. Before every thought, there was an urge. Before every decision, a desire. Before every plan, a longing, hunger, attraction, ambition, curiosity, fear, the constant feeling of being pulled towards something or pushed away from it. Beneath the stories we tell ourselves, Schopenhauer found a deeper force. One that seemed to be driving everything. A blind, restless striving that never truly stops. He called it the will.
To Schopenhauer, the whole world is connected and shaped by one thing: the will. It's the force you encounter when you strip away your thoughts, your opinions, and the stories about yourself that you tell yourself. Beneath all of that, you find a constant pressure to move, to seek, to crave, and avoid, or to pursue. A restless striving that never completely goes away. This will isn't acting on any single goal or destination or a plan. It just wants endlessly for the sake of wanting. It's like an engine running constantly, never turning off, driving every human, every animal, and even inanimate objects. He believed that when you truly look at yourself from the inside, the will is what you find running the whole show. It governs you, keeping you in a state of desire, no matter how insignificant or important. A small itch on your forehead, the unbroken curiosity to learn what comes next. That is the ever-present will.
Now, the will might sound like something we call willpower, but the two are not the same. Schopenhauer describes willpower as the thing that exists when you resist the will, but he considers it futile because, as a human, you don't truly have a will to power through in the first place. The will has you. Same as everything else around you. You didn't decide to be hungry or to want something or to be drawn to the person who leaves butterflies in your stomach. That's the will's influence.
Most of us like to think we're in control of our desires, that our conscious mind is the captain of the ship, carefully steering our lives wherever we choose. Schopenhauer disagreed. He believed the intellect is more like a narrator than the captain. It watches what the will is already doing, then invents reasons and explanations after the fact. You feel yourself wanting something, and only then does your mind begin constructing a story about why you want it. That's the part people miss when they talk about willpower. The struggle isn't between you and the will. The will is already a part of what you are.
The most terrifying part is that the will never sleeps. Every desire simply reloads itself the moment it's satisfied. One want disappears, and another rises to take its place. The cycle continues on and on without end. For Schopenhauer, this is the source of all suffering. Because to want something is to live in the absence of it. You only ever desire what you don't possess. Every longing begins with a lack, a gap between the life you have and the life that you imagine. In that sense, wanting is not fulfillment reaching towards you. It is the feeling of something missing. Wanting a car doesn't ache because you'd like to drive around so badly. Wanting here is the heavy sigh that leaves your body while standing on a chilly sidewalk waiting for a bus to come. The feeling presses on you, creating an ever-present ache where you're constantly reminded of what you desire not being yours.
You might think that the thing you desire is the cure to this feeling. But that's where Schopenhauer breaks from conventional wisdom. Most of us treat pleasure as the goal, the reward, while we think of pain as a malfunction, an unfortunate interruption to an otherwise happy life. Schopenhauer saw it the other way around. Pain is the only thing that is truly real. While pleasure is just a temporary absence of pain. Instead of darkness being the absence of light, light is only a temporary absence of darkness.
Think about the last time you had a toothache. The kind that follows you into every conversation, every meal, every attempt at sleep. In that moment, if someone offered to end the agony in exchange for your most prized possession, perhaps you wouldn't think twice. Yet, when the pain finally disappears, what happens next? You don't walk around celebrating the incredible sensation of having healthy teeth. You don't wake up every morning overwhelmed with gratitude that your mouth is no longer in agony. The relief quickly fades into the background and then becomes your new normal. That's Schopenhauer's point. Pain announces itself while its absence goes unnoticed. You don't feel not thirsty. You feel thirsty, and then relief, and then nothing. You feel loneliness, then connection. Then eventually, that too just becomes ordinary. What we call pleasure is often just the brief moment where our suffering loosens its grip. And after that is a period of emptiness. And filling that gap isn't peace like you'd expect. It's boredom, an undeniable empty feeling where you're simply existing with nothing to chase. We love to tell ourselves that we're fine existing without anything pushing us. But whether we like it or not, we aren't designed to experience boredom blissfully. Something else quickly takes root in our minds. Therefore, life isn't suffering, then peace, then suffering. It's far, far more nuanced than that. It starts with the suffering of wanting, then the emptiness of having, followed by the suffering of wanting again. The clearest way to picture it is a pendulum swinging endlessly between two painful extremes: the ache of wanting at one end and the emptiness of boredom at the other. The middle of life's pendulum is that fleeting moment of contentment that you've been aiming for. But the pendulum keeps racing through the middle at its highest speed, never letting you dwell there. It's the tragedy of the 40-hour work week, spending 5 days straining on one end, only for the weekend to flash by in the center, immediately dropping you back into the next cycle.
Nowhere does this play out more clearly than in having a crush. Think about your first crush. It is a feeling that is hard to describe. One where your heart it it drops in excitement. It it flutters, and you so badly just want to be in that person's presence. For the folks lucky enough to actually build something with their crush, it probably seemed like bliss at first, and then the fantasy begins to dull. In your head, you thought, "Well, this can't be right." After all, the fantasy version of them wasn't going to behave the way you're seeing them behave right now. Maybe they find your favorite movie boring. Or maybe they aren't interested in the activities you were excited to try together, and in response, you feel empty. Back when it was only a crush, it felt like every force in the universe was pulling you to this one person. And yet, getting what you wanted kills the want itself. Next thing you know, there's a short emptiness, a period where there's no want anymore, until your mind creates a new want designed to fill the hole inside.
This illusion isn't just reserved for our hearts. It dictates how we interact with the material world. The person desiring a car mainly experiences the lack that comes from not owning a car. But once you get the car, after the initial joy, you slowly begin to realize that it isn't what you pictured. You start to worry about gas prices and the stress of finding a good parking spot. And then you realize that the car has certain quirks that you wish you had spotted before buying it. Following this, your mind starts to wander all over again, fantasizing about yet another car that will solve all of this one's troubles. You just can't win.
This is the mechanism that drives every single thing in the universe. Unfortunately for you, you're the only creature aware enough to understand the psychological prison that you are trapped in. The will doesn't just govern human beings. It's also in the flow of water, the way sound travels across the distance. It governs animals, too. The squirrel gathering food before winter. The cat chasing prey through the grass. The deer running from a predator. Every creature is driven by the same restless force of striving and survival. But the rest of nature is spared one crucial burden. They don't know what's happening to them. A squirrel suffers danger directly in front of it. But once that threat is gone, so is the suffering. Humans, well, humans are different. You can suffer from things that aren't happening. You suffer your past with regrets. You suffer your present with doubts. And you suffer your future with uncertainty. The thing you said 10 years ago that still replays in your head at 3:00 a.m. The conversation tomorrow that you are dreading. Your tendency to grieve loved ones who are still with us. None of these things are happening to you in the moment. And yet you are suffering for them anyway. Some of our sharpest tools like memory and imagination are the very things that make that suffering even more vivid. The squirrel isn't lying awake rehashing its past mistakes.
This contrast is what makes being human so challenging despite our perceived superiority. Worst of all is our fear of death. We all know it's coming. Every move you make is in hopes that it's not coming too soon. Yet, it is always a presence that you can never truly shake off. The knowledge that it's all going to end sits under everything you do. And it doesn't lift you up. It just hangs over you like a shadow. Every good moment shows up already stamped with the fact that it is bound to end, and that one day, so will you. You can never fully sink into anything because a part of you is always aware of the ticking clock that is our lives, and you know exactly where it's going. The squirrel doesn't carry that weight. You're the one animal awake enough to enjoy a moment while also being cursed to feel it slipping away.
When you take a breath and contemplate all that consciousness implies, it feels like you're a part of a machine that woke up. You're aware that you want, chase, and fail to be satisfied, and you still want again afterwards. And yet, awareness doesn't free you from any of this. It just means that you are present for everything that is happening to you, no matter what. For Schopenhauer, this isn't a random quirk or evolution making a mistake. It's what reality itself is when we observe it fully. Uh, none of that is a malfunction either. We are conscious creatures made of wanting, and suffering is built into our design. We can't fix it without straying away from the rest of our kind. You and I are reality, suffering through one of its more complicated shapes.
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Now, back to Schopenhauer. Back in 1818, when Schopenhauer first began to develop his ideas on the will, our wanting loop was simply a part of the natural order of reality. One with a simple principle: to exist is to want. Now, in our modern world, that fundamental truth has evolved even further, becoming a highly potent business model. The very trap of life has been industrialized and commodified and aimed at us with twice the power. Think about it. Your online feed, your devices, your entire lifestyle, everything is sold as a product when really it's just the pendulum of suffering swinging from end to end. The infinite scroll is the purest expression of the want, get empty, want engine that has ever been built. You open your social media feed to kill a want, whether that's boredom, loneliness, or curiosity. Once you're online, you begin scrolling in search of a hit that will make things feel right, only for that hit to die in just a few seconds, and there you are, back to scrolling again. It never resolves itself because a resolved want is a closed app. The very fact that you're participating, despite being aware it's never going to bring you any true satisfaction, is proof that there's a force bigger than yourself at play here.
When you apply a concept like the will to advertising, things get even more depressing. An advertiser's entire job is to manufacture lack on purpose. You're made to feel the absence of something you were fine without just 10 seconds ago, and then those same people attempt to sell you a temporary relief. The entire economy is built on this loop. It's a world powered by Schopenhauer's negative theory of happiness. The system thrives not by giving you joy, but by constantly inventing new toothaches for you to cure. The universe gave us a blueprint. We adopted that design, and then we made it worse. There are currently rooms full of very, very intelligent people who are paid to make sure that your want never resolves. After all, your dissatisfaction is their product, and it's hard to see a way out of it, especially since it's a fundamental part of reality itself. If the machine is everywhere, is there really a way to escape any of it?
So, what if there was a way to take a break from it all? The obvious solution would be to get better at satisfying your desires, become more disciplined, more productive, better organized, learn how to pursue your goals more efficiently. But Schopenhauer believed this misses the point entirely. The problem isn't that you're failing to satisfy the will. The problem is that you are trapped inside of it. Every strategy for getting what you want still begins with wanting. Every achievement, every ambition, every carefully optimized plan is just another turn of the same wheel. You are still playing the game. You're just getting better at it. Real relief can only come from stepping outside of the cycle altogether.
The difficulty is that the will reshapes the way that we see the world. You can rarely see a tree for what it actually is. Instead, you see shade or firewood, furniture, or an obstacle in your path. We do the same thing with people. We don't really see them as they are. We see what they can give us or what they can do for us or what they might be taking away from us. The will turns everything into a means to an end. And as long as you're looking at the world through that lens, you are trapped inside the machine. Every object becomes another potential desire. Every experience becomes something to gain or to lose, or or to improve or to chase.
To escape the will, even briefly, you have to learn how to see differently. And that's where art comes in. In the presence of genuine beauty, something unusual happens. The mind stops asking what it can gain from an experience and simply enjoys the experience. When you stare at a beautiful sunrise, you're not thinking about the solar energy you can capture from it or the sunburns you might be getting. You simply admire its magnificence. Schopenhauer described this idea as becoming a pure, will-less subject of knowing. Just for a brief moment, you are no longer a person who is chasing or planning or comparing or wanting. You are simply awareness itself. Think about the last time a piece of music stopped you in your tracks or a painting held your attention longer than you realized. For just those few moments, you weren't trying to get anywhere. You weren't solving a problem or pursuing a desire. You were simply absorbed. That is what made art so important to Schopenhauer. Inspired by Kant, he believed that beauty pleases us precisely because it doesn't ask anything from us. You don't need to possess it or improve it or use it for anything. You are simply experiencing it. And in that experience, the will falls silent. For perhaps the first time all day, there is no lack to overcome, no desire to satisfy, and no future state that you are trying to reach. There is only the thing itself and your awareness of it. For Schopenhauer, this was one of the purest forms of happiness that life could offer.
Schopenhauer was an art lover to his core. He played the flute every single day after lunch. It was one of the few activities he believed could genuinely free a person from the constant demands of the will. This led him to a fascinating question though. If art allows us to step outside the will, why are some people so much better at creating it than others? His answer was the theory of genius. Most of us only escape the will by accident. A beautiful sunset catches our attention or a song absorbs us. A painting briefly pulls us out of ourselves. For just a few moments, our desires go quiet before inevitably returning. The genius, according to Schopenhauer, can remain in that state for much longer. They possess an unusual ability to look at the world without immediately filtering everything through their wants, their needs, and practical concerns. While most people see objects in terms of their usefulness, the genius sees something deeper, the essence beneath the surface. That's why great artists often seem to notice things that the rest of us miss. A painter doesn't simply show you a tree. They reveal something timeless about trees. A composer doesn't merely arrange sounds into a symphony. They capture a feeling that somehow feels larger than any individual life. The genius sees beyond the ordinary perspective of the will, then brings back what they found. In that sense, every great work of art is an invitation. The artist is seeing for you, and for a brief moment, they are allowing you to step outside of yourself as well.
As beautiful as all of that sounds, Schopenhauer believed that this distance from the will does come at a cost. The same ability that allows a genius to see beyond ordinary desires often makes it harder for them to function within ordinary life. While most people are naturally attuned to the practical demands of survival, of work, status, and social expectation, the genius is often distracted by something deeper. This is where the stereotype of the tortured artist begins to emerge. You can think of figures like Vincent Van Gogh, who spent years battling his own mind and died largely unrecognized, or countless artists whose greatest gifts seemed inseparable from their own suffering. Schopenhauer believed that the very trait allowing these individuals to glimpse beyond the will often left them poorly equipped for the everyday world.
His philosophy of art was built around two distinct experiences: beauty and the sublime. Beauty is the gentler of the two. It lifts you out of wanting without resistance. A piece of architecture, a quiet landscape, a flower moving softly in the wind. In moments like these, your desires simply fade into the background. The will loosens its grip, and you are left contemplating the world for its own sake. The sublime is different. It begins with something that should overwhelm you. A violent thunderstorm, towering mountains, the cold, incomprehensible scale of space itself. Your first reaction may be fear. These things remind you how fragile and insignificant you are. They confront the will directly because they threaten the very thing the will is trying to preserve: your existence. And yet, if you can move beyond that fear and simply observe what stands before you, something remarkable happens. The terror gives way to awe. Instead of seeing a threat, you see something larger than yourself. And in that moment, you rise above the will rather than being a servant of it.
But among all the arts, there was one that Schopenhauer believed stood apart from the rest: music. A painting depicts something. A sculpture represents something. Even the most beautiful landscape painting will still be showing you an image of the world. Music is different. Music doesn't copy reality at all. This unique quality led Schopenhauer to place it above every other art form. While paintings and sculptures reveal aspects of the world, music bypasses appearances entirely. It doesn't represent the will; it expresses it. For Schopenhauer, music was nothing less than a direct reflection of the force driving all existence. He went on to map music onto layers of reality, describing bass as the dead, inorganic world of stone and inanimate objects, the harmony as the plant and animal world. Then, finally, melody as human will in all of its longing. The way it wanders away from home and then returns. Together, it all lands as satisfaction. In his view, a melody is literally the story of a wanting self. In it, you'll find desire, the search, and resolution. When a song moves you, you're hearing your own willing nature played back to you. The sense of striving and longing not as pain or suffering, but as beauty. From the outside, looking in, music gives you the chance to observe your essence without paying the price of actually wanting anything. It's the emotion without the suffering. Your own restless nature handed back to you as something beautiful instead of something hurtful. That's why music can level you when nothing else can.
Art's influence cuts through every season of life. People tend to dismiss it as a decoration to reality's more serious demands. But that sentiment changes when something breaks. A death, a heartbreak. That's when you realize that you need a song or a poem because nothing else can hold the weight of what you're experiencing. That pull we feel towards art in those moments proves that deep down, we already know why it matters. Despite these deep feelings about art and the solace it grants us from the will, Schopenhauer understood that it wasn't ever going to last. Aesthetic experiences were seen as the Sabbath of the penal servitude of willing, or in simpler terms, a day off from the hard labor of wanting. A day off, not freedom, not a permanent escape. Because every song ends, and the will will always come back. Art was only a glimpse of a deeper escape, never the escape itself.
Despite its profound nature, art isn't the only escape hatch. Schopenhauer realized there are other, deeper ways to escape the will that may actually free you for good. One of these is compassion. Everything trapping you in suffering is centered on the idea of "me," my wants, my life, my needs, my dissatisfaction. To free you from yourself, you have to turn towards others. There's a profound belief in Schopenhauer's work which argues that the wall between you and everyone else is part of an illusion. This very belief is the key to making a real exit from suffering. Because underneath the surface that we perceive, the will is the one thing that expresses itself in everything. The will that makes a rock crack when dropped is the same one that compels you to search for a silence to your pain. Therefore, we as individuals are not truly separate from anything else influenced by the will.
This idea led Schopenhauer to propose that real morality exists when you're able to feel someone else's pain as your own. Genuine goodness doesn't stem from religion, rules, duty, or self-interest. It's something that can only exist from one experience: compassion. When you are able to feel another person's suffering as if it were your own, you reach a deeper level of existence. After all, we are all connected thanks to the will. So, by shifting your perspective, the suffering of compassion becomes your own suffering as well. The Upanishads, a Hindu philosophical text that inspired Schopenhauer, described it in one simple phrase: "Thou art thou." The suffering creature is also you. Compassion means escaping your self-centeredness. When you're able to genuinely feel for someone else, your own wanting self goes quiet for a moment. That moment is a hidden key that unlocks your prison of "me." The very prison generating your suffering. That's why compassion can often feel like a relief instead of a burden. When you feel it deep in your heart, the urge to comfort someone, to care for them, it's actually freeing because it gets you out of your own head. The ego loosens its grip over your being and expands your mind beyond you alone. A compliment when you spot your favorite color on a cashier. A moment of genuine patience for the slow walker in front of you. The simple decision to listen to a friend's bad day without judgment. These moments don't really have any place in the will's grand scheme. And yet, when you let them into your life, the burden of your own worries fades into the background.
If art is a day off from suffering and compassion softens the wall between you and everyone else, there's one final level to exiting the will that may provide a permanent escape. It's radical because this time, instead of satisfying the wanting or avoiding it for a moment, you turn against it entirely. Schopenhauer calls it the denial of the will to live, and it's the ultimate climax of his life's work, the one thing he believed could actually free a person.
When people decide to observe life all the way to the end, there's a mutual understanding of its nature. They usually land on one or all of these three things: the wanting never ends, satisfaction is impossible, and life is pretty much suffering all the way down. This realization hits like nothing else. And it often awakens something in an observer, making the will turn against itself. In this case, it means that the observer stops chasing. Schopenhauer confirmed this across history. There is a pattern of deep thinkers who chose to renounce worldly pleasures. We know them as monks, mystics, and ascetics. Their voluntary acceptance of poverty isn't a temporary protest, nor is it self-punishment. It's a deliberate starving of the wanting until it all goes quiet. Among all the avenues he observed, this withdrawal was most present in Buddhism and Hinduism. For Buddhists, the idea is that suffering comes from craving, and it only ends when craving ends. Saying this out loud, it sounds almost exactly like Schopenhauer's denial of the will. This exact similarity across oceans shows that Schopenhauer's life's work struck something deeply honest about the human experience.
But there's something different about ending suffering by denying your human instinct to want. When the wanting is genuinely quieted, what's left isn't emptiness like you would expect. It's calm. A calm that's close to the Buddhist idea of nirvana. A state where the wanting is fully extinguished, and you are truly free from suffering. For Schopenhauer, it's the nearest thing to salvation. Even though you never end up getting everything that you want, the trade-off is that you are no longer being ruled by wanting. Full denial of the will isn't saying, "Well, I'm just going to buy less stuff." It's the monk's path, and it is both radical and controversial. That's why most people will never attempt it.
For all of his investments into this idea, Schopenhauer himself didn't follow a path of denying the will. He ate well, indulged himself in pleasures, and was a famously irritable person. He's the one who prescribed renunciation, yet he never took the cure that he proposed. Despite this, the core idea here is still worthwhile. Even if you can't become a saint or an ascetic, you can live a life less defined by your wants. Peace comes from wanting less, not acquiring more. This helps you loosen the grip of the will over your life.
There's one last thing that Schopenhauer leaves us with, and despite the dark nature of the will, it might be the most useful insight of all that he made. Right from the moment you first gained consciousness, there have been recurring periods where you felt restless. When observed by the world around you, this restlessness was interpreted as a character flaw, a discipline problem, or simply a poor mindset. Teachers or parents and friends may have responded with their own opinions about who you are as a result. And after enough time enduring these criticisms, you started to feel like an exception to the world's rules. But Schopenhauer gives you something the world never could. You're only a wanting creature in a wanting universe, doing exactly what you were built to do. That restlessness of not being enough, not having enough, and not doing enough is proof that you are alive and you are awake. The weight of self-blame is deeply isolating. But within the will, there is a silver lining. One that tells you to stop trying to repair something that was never broken in the first place.
In our modern life, we've been sold a promise that doing the right thing, like getting a job or hitting certain milestones, will lead to lasting happiness. That promise was false 200 years ago, and nothing has changed today. The proof is in that sinking feeling that keeps coming back despite your achievements. The sense of dissatisfaction isn't about you actually falling short. When you finally drop the expectation that things will bring you happiness, it allows you to walk away from a game that was rigged before you ever sat down. And the more clearly you see how the will works, the more you can work with it instead of against it. Because the best life isn't the one stuffed to the brim with pleasures. It's the one with the least suffering. And perhaps that's why his philosophy still resonates two centuries later. Because beneath all the darkness, Schopenhauer leaves us with a strange kind of comfort. The realization that your restlessness is not a personal failure. It isn't a flaw in your character or a mistake that you need to correct. It's part of something much larger than you. That same force that drives you to dream, to strive, love, create, and search for meaning is that same force driving everything else. The difference is that for a brief moment in the history of the universe, that force became conscious enough to observe itself. To understand how you are the universe experiencing itself, watch this video next.