So just as the title states, I think life is basically pointless. I actually dug myself into this depressive hole my thinking about life and what the meaning/reason/purpose is. I basically ran through the ideas of waking up every morning to go to school/work/etc. and having to do whatever. Every. single. day. That is all I see of life; waking up to do stuff, reach goals, “accomplish” things, and then face our inevitable demise. Yep. So we basically live to die, how meaningful *note sarcasm*.
A great example of how I see things is like the myth of Sisyphus, in which he was cursed to just roll a rock up a hill only to have it roll back down. That is all he had to do for the rest of his existence. He was cursed to live a meaningless existence of accomplishing nothing really. So how can I go through life and enjoy it when this is what we have been obliged to do?? Live doing mundane activities until we die.
Now it’s difficult for me to go through with anything in life so I’m just existing on this meaningless rock doing nothing of importance. Sure we make discoveries, solve things, have fun, but what is it all for? I don’t know why everything just means nothing to me now. It seems I have torn back the illusion to life and unraveled the fake, subjective meaning we have once given it, or that I gave it. I really need help but I’ve lost hope…
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There is really no such thing as an objective meaning – meaning is a construct of language, and so it depends on you to populate it with substance. Yes, we exist, and it’s a very strange fact, but it is what it is.
I totally agree with you (as you can probably tell from my user name).
Yes, life is like an endless ‘To Do’ list… and then we die. We’re basically slaves.
My heart sinks each time I see a pregnant woman.
@ Born2Die
Well said! That might be the quote of the decade for me, right there.
@ bornfordying123
As for the lack of objective meaning, that blade cuts both ways. What if, as George Carlin postulated, the meaning of our existence was to make plastic (do a YouTube search for the clip, it’s hilarious)? Or something equally lackluster? That’s pretty depressing. But since there is no objective meaning – other than carrying on – that leaves each of us free to decide for ourselves what makes life worth living.
Is there no other activity that gives you pleasure? Is there nothing to make pushing that rock worth it?
There doesn’t need to be some grand, ultimate purpose. Making discoveries and solving things can potentially improve the quality of your life and maybe that of other people, too. That, in and of itself, makes those things worthwhile. If it is our destiny to live and die, for no other purpose than to live and die, then, one could argue, that the noblest thing one could do would be to try to make people’s lives better while they (like you) remain stuck in this limbo we call life?
As for fun, do you really need a reason to have fun? 🙂 Can’t one have fun just for fun’s sake? When it comes to fun, it truly is about the journey, not the destination.
Yes Born2Die, mine too! What are we thinking bringing more rugrats into this shitty world! Poor little bastards…
Xanadu you are right. Our existence is bizarre.
What is the purpose of finding joy in life if it doesn’t last?