It’s about Nietzsche’s theory of universal debt. Your parents make it possible for you to believe a far better myth than Santa. They let you think that you, as a kid, don’t owe the world a thing. The world can give you, even if just for a few minutes, utter joy without requiring anything from you. It’s not about consumerism. As far as you know, no one buys you these presents. They come out of nothingness, with fantasies of elves attached. You aren’t required to be grateful to your parents or anything like that. They can give to you and nothing is required in return. When you get old enough, when you have kids, you get to enact this myth for them. It has nothing to do with any fat man in a red suit, no matter what we tell ourselves. It’s about owing nothing, and then realizing that you have to do this job of perpetuating this… this fantasy world, whether you like it or not.Thomm Quackenbush
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The idea that you owe the world nothing is one of the core ideas of Nietzscheâ€™s thought. He believed that people believe they owe the world nothing because they are given the opportunity to live in a world where others care for them and take care of them. This myth, or belief, prevents people from realizing that life is hard work and that they have to depend on others to survive every day. The idea of not being owed anything is something we often hear from our parents when we are young children.
However, when we grow up, our parents sometimes want to give us things that we donâ€™t need or want in order to give us a sense of security and protection. Our parents may not have wanted to give us these things, but since we have been provided with these people who will take care of us when we are old, we feel obligated to help them out when they get older.
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