I spent moths trying to find an answer fro that question. And I got none, to me, there´s no one reason for me to live. So pointless, meaningless is what I can say.
“Self, stop thinking rhetorically loaded questions. See? Now I’m talking to myself i my head. Rhetorically loaded questions always lead to lunacy. Now, how about we go and watch Silence of the Lambs again?”
cuz u don’t have what I have and therefore can still live life the way it’s meant to be lived–no regrets no abandon. get off this fuckin site and go champion the fuck out of life like the baws u are.
No human has any more of a reason to be alive than any of the other creatures roaming around on this planet. We like to think we come up with reasons, but humans are the only ones obsessed/cursed with needing to have a reason for everything. Other forms of life eat, sleep, reproduce, and die without ever wasting a single second whining about “why”. There will never be a good enough reason for people who feel like they need a reason to be alive. Life is its own reason. Just something that happened. Anyone who has themselves convinced of some big important magical reason that they are here on this planet, is the type of person I don’t like being around, because it smells like denial and self importance. There is no reason. People are scared to face that fact. It doesn’t compute well in the human mind. It scares people. I’m scared of the opposite, scared of people who become obsessed about their “reasons” for living, taking themselves too seriously. Remember that there is no reason. You’re a weird clump of molecules floating on a rock in space. You can try to convince yourself that you are here for some big important reason, but when there are 7 billion others of your same species, it seems kinda silly to try to tell yourself that you are important. Silly humans are scared of not being important. That’s the main thing I hate about being around other people. You can see the gears turning in their head 24/7, their minds are always working to take themselves seriously, to take this life seriously. Can’t have a single conversation with someone with them eventually trying to say something out loud that makes them feel good about themselves. I only want to be around people who know they aren’t important, who have no reason to be here. Those are the fun people to talk to. They are hard to find.
7 billion primates on a tiny clump of dirt, floating around a mediocre sized ball of exploding gasses, in an ocean of trillions of stars that make up a single galaxy, which is only one moderately sized galaxy among trillions, if not infinitely more. We are like photons, cosmically speaking – we have virtually no mass in contrast with the rest of what exists.
But that doesn’t mean there’s no reason to be here – we are here, and reasons are superfluous to that fact. I don’t ask why the milky way is here, or why the universe is here, even, for the same reason.
He just doesn’t realize the double standard behind his reasoning. And sometimes I just can’t resist the urge to articulate that when I read such a post.
Well there is no real way to justify what our body does automatically, which is survival.
If you are contemplating whether to continue living then that is a question for yourself, and not for a forum compiled of strangers who should have no significance with your life choices.
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I spent moths trying to find an answer fro that question. And I got none, to me, there´s no one reason for me to live. So pointless, meaningless is what I can say.
What about you? Share you thoughts?
For* Sorry for the typo.
“Self, stop thinking rhetorically loaded questions. See? Now I’m talking to myself i my head. Rhetorically loaded questions always lead to lunacy. Now, how about we go and watch Silence of the Lambs again?”
To experience what can’t be experienced when you’re dead.
ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cuz u don’t have what I have and therefore can still live life the way it’s meant to be lived–no regrets no abandon. get off this fuckin site and go champion the fuck out of life like the baws u are.
No human has any more of a reason to be alive than any of the other creatures roaming around on this planet. We like to think we come up with reasons, but humans are the only ones obsessed/cursed with needing to have a reason for everything. Other forms of life eat, sleep, reproduce, and die without ever wasting a single second whining about “why”. There will never be a good enough reason for people who feel like they need a reason to be alive. Life is its own reason. Just something that happened. Anyone who has themselves convinced of some big important magical reason that they are here on this planet, is the type of person I don’t like being around, because it smells like denial and self importance. There is no reason. People are scared to face that fact. It doesn’t compute well in the human mind. It scares people. I’m scared of the opposite, scared of people who become obsessed about their “reasons” for living, taking themselves too seriously. Remember that there is no reason. You’re a weird clump of molecules floating on a rock in space. You can try to convince yourself that you are here for some big important reason, but when there are 7 billion others of your same species, it seems kinda silly to try to tell yourself that you are important. Silly humans are scared of not being important. That’s the main thing I hate about being around other people. You can see the gears turning in their head 24/7, their minds are always working to take themselves seriously, to take this life seriously. Can’t have a single conversation with someone with them eventually trying to say something out loud that makes them feel good about themselves. I only want to be around people who know they aren’t important, who have no reason to be here. Those are the fun people to talk to. They are hard to find.
7 billion primates on a tiny clump of dirt, floating around a mediocre sized ball of exploding gasses, in an ocean of trillions of stars that make up a single galaxy, which is only one moderately sized galaxy among trillions, if not infinitely more. We are like photons, cosmically speaking – we have virtually no mass in contrast with the rest of what exists.
But that doesn’t mean there’s no reason to be here – we are here, and reasons are superfluous to that fact. I don’t ask why the milky way is here, or why the universe is here, even, for the same reason.
@ThousandCuts
you must be fun at parties lol
” I only want to be around people who know they aren’t important”
Hard to imagine you not wanting to be around yourself.
Shots fired
He just doesn’t realize the double standard behind his reasoning. And sometimes I just can’t resist the urge to articulate that when I read such a post.
I’m not sure.
Except for serving God and helping others…I suppose that’s the best reason.
My daughter is the only reason I haven’t left, yet. Having said that, I’m committing suicide August 8.
I should live because my mom would be sad if I didn’t also maybe one day success and love will happen to me but I seriously don’t want to live.
So many of us live for other people, but you’re right, if you are still young then try and see if things will work out for you, give it a bit of time.
Well there is no real way to justify what our body does automatically, which is survival.
If you are contemplating whether to continue living then that is a question for yourself, and not for a forum compiled of strangers who should have no significance with your life choices.