That's certainly our biological imperative, yes, but that also means providing for our future generations.The meaning of life... is to reproduce.
I feel there is no purpose to life. No meaning.
And here I thought it was to deliver a paperclip to the aliens on Titan.Life is an ongoing experiment by aliens to see how fast we can screw ourselves and then the planet up. When I was younger I thought that life (anyones) had a purpose. Now I am not so sure. There are too many forces at work and its hard as you go along to see any clarity in things.
Maybe I'm just dealing with a problem that can't be cured with medicine. I'm ambitious, impatient, and determined.
On one hand it's good to be grateful for what one has... there are many suffering and dying before the age of 10 because their drinking water is found in a muddy puddle filled with parasites...
...on the other, if one wants so, so much.... is it wrong to try and make your dreams a reality? Then that gnawing occurs again. Even when you have it all, you feel... what does it truly matter?
I feel there is no purpose to life. No meaning.
...when you're born, you arrive in a world filled with life and vibrancy. As you emerge from your mother's womb, you know nothing. You feel things for the first time, and as your eyes focus, you feel uncertainty and fear. You cry. As a newborn child, you're born into a vast and wild world.
Before birth, you were not told what your purpose was. You weren't notified what meaning you would have, or what the point of your life would be.
As you grew, you became more conscious. You began to acquire the ability to talk, through learning. You began to understand things more clearly. You were introduced to new beliefs and ideas. Influenced to great extents by other around you. With time you incorporated those ideas. You began to sift through these ideas yourself, deciding upon which ideas you wanted to hold, and creaing for yourself a meaning for your life. Because influence is everything, you continued to learn and grow. You sought knowledge and wisdom. You yearned for the truth. You wanted to know your limits. A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor a man perfected without trials.
But even after all this, the biting question gnaws at you forever. "What is the point to my life?" Do we just create meaning? After all you've been through, there can be no way of knowing what the purpose of your life is...
And here I thought it was to deliver a paperclip to the aliens on Titan.
Why must there be a purpose? Some here need to read a bit of Camus, specifically The Myth of Sisyphus. You can search and try to find one (and maybe even think you did), but in the end, there is no purpose.
There is meaning.I feel there is no purpose to life. No meaning.
I feel there is no purpose to life. No meaning.
...when you're born, you arrive in a world filled with life and vibrancy. As you emerge from your mother's womb, you know nothing. You feel things for the first time, and as your eyes focus, you feel uncertainty and fear. You cry. As a newborn child, you're born into a vast and wild world.
Before birth, you were not told what your purpose was. You weren't notified what meaning you would have, or what the point of your life would be.
As you grew, you became more conscious. You began to acquire the ability to talk, through learning. You began to understand things more clearly. You were introduced to new beliefs and ideas. Influenced to great extents by other around you. With time you incorporated those ideas. You began to sift through these ideas yourself, deciding upon which ideas you wanted to hold, and creaing for yourself a meaning for your life. Because influence is everything, you continued to learn and grow. You sought knowledge and wisdom. You yearned for the truth. You wanted to know your limits. A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor a man perfected without trials.
But even after all this, the biting question gnaws at you forever. "What is the point to my life?" Do we just create meaning? After all you've been through, there can be no way of knowing what the purpose of your life is...
There is meaning.
Hats.
Perhaps if you wore more hats you could understand the meaning of life.
I feel there is no purpose to life. No meaning.
...when you're born, you arrive in a world filled with life and vibrancy. As you emerge from your mother's womb, you know nothing. You feel things for the first time, and as your eyes focus, you feel uncertainty and fear. You cry. As a newborn child, you're born into a vast and wild world.
Before birth, you were not told what your purpose was. You weren't notified what meaning you would have, or what the point of your life would be.
As you grew, you became more conscious. You began to acquire the ability to talk, through learning. You began to understand things more clearly. You were introduced to new beliefs and ideas. Influenced to great extents by other around you. With time you incorporated those ideas. You began to sift through these ideas yourself, deciding upon which ideas you wanted to hold, and creaing for yourself a meaning for your life. Because influence is everything, you continued to learn and grow. You sought knowledge and wisdom. You yearned for the truth. You wanted to know your limits. A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor a man perfected without trials.
But even after all this, the biting question gnaws at you forever. "What is the point to my life?" Do we just create meaning? After all you've been through, there can be no way of knowing what the purpose of your life is...
I feel there is no purpose to life. No meaning.
Stop feeling, start thinking. The very ability to think that you demonstrably have is amazing, isn't it? Isn't it much more significant than your glandular responses to the dreary routine of daily life?
And yes, we DO create meaning. Who else is supposed to do it?
I feel there is no purpose to life. No meaning.
Stop feeling, start thinking. The very ability to think that you demonstrably have is amazing, isn't it? Isn't it much more significant than your glandular responses to the dreary routine of daily life?
And yes, we DO create meaning. Who else is supposed to do it?
We create meaning, that doesn't entail meaning exists. There have been millions of fictional characters, that doesn't mean they actually exist.
"Meaning" does not "exist" like stones or turkeys. It is a mental attribute - a tag we attach to life or its paticulars. Doesn't make it less "real" or less important. Your favorite fictional character probably has taught you more than all stones and turkeys in the universe ever could. And your favorite song ceratinly does exist, replicating itself in your brain, and many other brains (unless your taste in music is really unique) and other media, like paper, laser discs, etc - although it is not something you can hold in your hand, or smell, or kill by hitting it with a stone.
False. I can see my favorite song. I also don't read fiction any more. The last "fiction" I read was Thus Spoke Zarathustra, I think and that was 3 - 4 years ago. And no, stones and turkeys have much more education value in them than a fictional character ever could.
Hey, if a random turkey is a better tutor for you than Don Quixote, Jesus Christ or Hamlet - that's fine with me. Although, in combination with your ability to see your favorite song , I would recommend blocking, ever so gently, those pesky dopamine receptors...Just sayin'.