We spend our days bound by endless obligations. Yet, even with loneliness, failed relationships, and soul-draining work, people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
There is no point, you make it yourself. And plenty of people manage to catch a glimpse of happiness because there’s plenty to be happy about.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVbKHNNWOUg
Give it a try of you really want to know…
There’s no point, and that’s beautiful. Go live your life the way you want to — nothing will happen after you die
the worst advice ever given to Ted Bundy
Or another way, the process is the point
People in the future will wonder the thing. Kind of like a cosmic rickroll
I simply believe that it’s not the destination what matters, but the journey and what you do in it.
I just got a haircut, ate an ice cream while listening to Lady Gaga, had a nice soup for lunch and tomorrow I take the day off after a long and stressful work week. My meaning is in those details.
Thinking there’s something after death seems to make people lose sight of this world and fail to see the beauty in it, IMO. When I hear religious people ask this question I think their god(s) must feel insulted. Doesn’t really answer your full question but that’s my thoughts.
Why does there need to be a point to it all. We exist, and we can set our own goals and create our own purpose in life. That’s what self determination is. Personally, I find happiness in doing things that I find meaningful or interesting.
Paraphrasing something I read somewhere “Do we open a book just to close it again?” That for me, it means that it is not merely for doing something that we exist, but to tell stories, to pass on knowledge, to keep rituals alive, to be a vessel for something beyond ourselves. The important part, same as books, is to tell stories. Everything sparks from there.
We’re all just stories in the end.
Nothing happens to you after you die. The pieces to pick up and carry on is on those we leave behind, if we are remembered well. If not, the pieces to pick up and throw out is on them too, anyway.
If nothing happens after we die, it’s the same thing as that nothing happens in a movie after it’s ended. I hope that the character I was will still exist in peoples’ mind even after I go. I’ve recently started to embrace that “All the world’s a stage” thing a lot and lot more, recently.
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts,”
Its something for us to decide. It may very well be meaningless but in the end I would rather exist than not exist overall although I would not mind existence being over as it will be someday. Hope if does before it becomes to awful.
In my book, it doesn’t have a purpose, everything only matters for a brief moment in your life. “This too shall pass”, for better and for good.
I like laughing and having sex (which I definitely have a lot of all the time I swear)
Somehow I’m not able to believe it.
I fuck trust me
The point is whatever we choose for ourselves. Just because we eventually die doesn’t mean living isn’t worth it. I don’t care that one day I’ll eventually die, I enjoy living now.
Everything happens after you die. Who told you nothing does?
Welcome to adulthood.
The question you ask is universal. The answer much less so and in that difference lies the journey of life.
For some it’s about amassing as much wealth as possible, for others it’s about cementing a legacy. The pursuit of happiness is a common approach and to serve is yet another. Some seek solace in religion, others in hedonism. Some spend a lifetime searching, others exist and take in the experience.
For me it’s about making the world a better place.
