Besides 42, of course.
“Is this the reason why I was put in this desolate place? To find that happiness isn’t a place or thing, but a person?”
It’s something I read a few weeks ago. For me it’s the people I love that keep me clinging to life. Making sure they’re alright and taken cared for.
Why does everyone insist life has to have meaning? We can just be here because here is where we happen to be. It’s allowed.
The meaning of life (to you) could be to: “Just be here because here is where we happen to be.”
It’s not that deep, really. Some people want to have an impact, others just want to chill. I’m just curious what people’s first response is to that question and so far I have seen lots of interesting comments.
I mean, it’s kind of always/only as deep as we choose to make it, right?
That could be the meaning of life to me, but in truth I just don’t see the world in a way that allows such a definite and easy framing. Meaning changes depending on context. What means to me today may mean nothing much tomorrow and, whether every individual realizes it or not, this is universally true. The question is a mess of a philosophical endeavor, and the more you take it apart and break its pieces down, the more ineffable and illusory the concept becomes. An often useful and positive illusion tbc, but not necessarily so as it can easily swing the other way, too.
So my point in not answering your question was to sort of nudge others to challenge their own relationship with the idea of meaning because…well because I think that is simply a meaningful endeavor.
In the spirit of being slightly less difficult than my mind often would like; I will say that I find a lot of meaningful purpose in getting others to see things from different perspectives. Reminding the world that, while boxes and labels do exist and do broadly serve their purpose, they also do not necessarily always do the job we often hope of them. I can’t honestly say I believe there is a definite and true meaning to my life or any other, but there is still much we can do that is meaningful and worth doing. So, there. Seems to be as close as I can manage to giving you a straight answer today lol
Out of Spite.
To be the anomoly of the world.
As a “fuck you” to the Communist Party of China who didn’t want me to be born for being the 2nd child.
As a “fuck you” to white supremacists and other political/reglious extremists that want me dead.
To make sure my abusive older brother doesn’t get the gratification of me being dead. To call dibs on my parents assets when they die, to make sure he doesn’t get my share.
To enjoy Movies, TV, Anime, read books, play videos games.
To explore the world one day.
To publish a book one day that people would want to read.
To form true friendships, real friendships.
And hopefully, when I find the financial stability and I win against depression, I kinda wanna start a family, to raise children that will grow up experiencing only happiness, and never ever ever have to experience the abuse I had when I was growing up, to bring more happiness into the world and thus making the world less sad.
It’s probably pointless and arbitrary.
I’ll just enjoy the time I’m given.
I’m on this boat too. Absurdism for the win IMO.
Life is meaningless but not without purpouse
Simply to be a good person & make sure my kid sees it through the day.
Survive and try to thrive.
Stay alive, try to fight against global feudalism if I can.
Don’t be a bigger asshole than you need to be. People are STRUGGLING right now. Try not to add to that.
to retire as early as possible so i can do the things i want instead of doing the things my employer wants.
~21 more years to go; i’m currently on track
Reading The Power of Now helped with this.
There is only Now. So live for it.
I do what I do, and every other version if me does what they do, for no reason besides that that’s the way it is.
To experience existence as fully as possible. This includes every combination and variation all throughout time and space. However, while you think you are just poor little you, it’s because you are experiencing disassociation from the source since your birth. Every one of us is really God, we just forgot.
So the next time you look at someone, think of it like looking at yourself in a fun house mirror: it’s just another version of the truth. They are a reflection of you and you of them. The Universe is the same way.
