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?
Embrace Absurdism. Watch this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jv79l1b-eoI And/Or read Albert Camus
I’m just hoping we help each other to achieve our goals before we go
I’m pretty confident that there’s an afterlife.
I speak from my own research into related phenomena.
The afterlife is basically the dreamworld but moreso.
A lot of things happen after you die. And if you participate actively (both positively and negatively) then some of that have your contribution and thus you leave a legacy.
There’s no point, and that’s beautiful. Go live your life the way you want to — nothing will happen after you die
Because you dont know jack shit no one does, might as well wait til the longest possible length to figure out the unknown
I think life is about maximizing positive subjective experience. If it doesn’t make you happy or allow you to live happy in other moments, don’t do it. Work sucks, but it gives you money that allows you to buy things that make you happy.
Why does there have to be a point? I have no legacy, I’ll never pass anything to the next generation, I have and will not ever make anything that changes the course of humankind, the world will probably not be a better place after I am gone. But I still feel happiness when I see a beautiful sunset, I laugh when my dog does something goofy and I smile when I see others expressing real joy. I don’t have to have a direction to still enjoy life while I am here to enjoy it.
You’ve got to outlive your enemies
Why aren’t you creating meaning?
Without a god, there’s only one option left for anyone with agency - us.
The fuck are you doing whining about it? Time’s wasting and you don’t have much. Get out there and build something that matters.
people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
Why not? Happiness comes from what happens while we’re still alive. It’s ““just”” a question of finding those things.
There are two types of thinking about it:
- There is no point in living. We are doomed to get into the grave, and eventually be forgotten forever.
- There is no point in living. No higher order, no higher purpose, no higher authority. We are free to live our lives, to explore, to insert any meaning whatsoever into it. We are forging our own destiny.
And, protip, you’re not going to be around for option 1 anyway.
The point is there is no point. No higher order. We’re an accident of physics.
Does there need to be a point? We eat because we’re hungry, sleep because we’re tired, live because we’re instinctively apposed to death.
To make evil men and women powerful.
