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?
People in the future will wonder the thing. Kind of like a cosmic rickroll
Check out Optimistic Nihilism.
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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVbKHNNWOUg
Give it a try of you really want to know…
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.
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.
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.
There is no inherent goal or point in life. You get to decide. You get to give your life meaning.
It can be hard. Sometimes, material conditions like poverty, working conditions or social pressure make it hard to find meaning. Sometimes, you can loose the meaning, like when you loose a loved one. A good society should help empower all people to give themselves meaning. Sadly this is not the direction many countries are taking nowadays.
But despite everything: You are ultimately empowered to create meaning for yourself. Nobody can truly take that away from you.
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.
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,”
We’re just smelly sacks of biology like a rat or a lizard who happen to have developed higher reasoning capacity for whatever reason.
l duno
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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.
Existential crisis moment:
