I’m not depressed (at the moment, well maybe a little), just feeling philosophical.
Edit: the idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
Just why?
To laugh at the absurdity of it all.
And if you ask Vonnegut; to fart around.
The point is to have a bigger car than your neighbour!
Whatever you want it to be. If that’s nothing, cool. Trying to find some external thing to bestow a meaning upon you is religion.
For me it’s succeeding in ways that are important to me. For instance for me it was getting sober from drugs and stable from bipolar. And then using my experience to help others do the same. The point is to help others have a life that is stable.
Congrats and thank you!
are we just amusing ourselves until death?
Yes. That’s arguably neither a good nor bad thing; a life with a prescribed meaning or prescribed expectations would be scary in a different way.
There’s been philosophers that got famous arguing it’s actually great and we should be excited, even, but “your mileage may vary”.
he idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
There is a thing called quality-adjusted life years. To make decisions about certain things like transplants, and to measure the effectiveness of health policy, they absolutely will factor in how much time you’ll get from treatment and how much it’s worth living.
Nations like mine will also help you peace out gracefully.
Being alive is the only time when you can influence something, and as such, when your actions mean something.
When you’re dead, it’s over. There could be an opportunity for you to make something better for others or for your own enjoyment - but now all chances are gone.
So, why letting go of this amazing ability?
Why live? What’s the meaning of life? What’s the purpose of life? I hope I don’t have to explain that people have been asking this question since we first were able to form words and start thinking. You’re going to get as many different opinions to answer this question as there are people to write a response. You could spend a lifetime studying philosophy and not find a definitive answer. And in the end you just have to decide for yourself which answer most speaks to you. Are you atheist, materialist, spiritual, philosophical? Take your pick.
Personally, I like Buddhist philosophy for these kinds of questions. And I suspect the Buddha would say that we are here because of craving for sense pleasures, craving for existence, and ignorance of our true nature and the true nature of reality. We live because we want to exist, we want to have experiences and feel the things that are available to us as living beings. Whether it’s food or sex or money or adventure or admiration or love we feel like getting the things we want will make us happy. The flip side of craving is aversion, where we feel like achieving separation from those things that are unpleasant will make us happy.
Volumes have been written about this and it’s impossible to summarize well in a single post. But if it speaks to you there’s a lot more to say about it.
Essentially I think you’re right, we are amusing ourselves. The point is that we seem to be built to do that - we come with a nice set of compulsions that give us happy feelings when we do certain things, and if those feelings are an illusion so what? They feel real.
You have total free will. You can choose to follow or break the laws, you can go do drugs or be a hobo somewhere if that’s the life you want to live.
Life is just your will to do something. And if you lose the freedom and will to do anything, you’re, in my mind, already dead.
Happiness.
The answer is that there’s no one answer. Since people find it, since people make it, and some people don’t think it exists. I’m that last one, just killing time until sweet oblivion finally claims me.
Optimistic Nihilism baby. Basically, if nothing we do matters in the long run, then live each day to be happy while helping to make others around you as comfortable as you can while we all take the ride.
Literally? There is no reason for life. Which scares people, so they develop superstition (theology) or ascribe it to emotions (happiness, suffering, etc). There is no reason, for life. The reason for life existing or how it came to be is certainly up for debate, but there is no why. We are alive, we are conscious. Eventually our bodies give out on us, and our life ends.
Life has no meaning, no purpose. Luckily enough we are social animals, which creates a (genetic) framework in which we feel good. Enjoy yourself, when it’s over it’s over 👍🏽😊 I also believe humanity will go through a population collapse in the next 50-200 years… we may actually go extinct. But this beautiful planet with all kinds of beautiful creatures will survive 🎉😍
That’s the beauty. Given that there is no goal, you are able to define your own.
