The purpose?
September 25th, 2006 Posted in ArchiveNot to get all melodramatic or anything but, really, what is the point to life? I mean each day we go through the same routine and in the end what do we really accomplish? I personally know that every day I leave the house at 8:30 so I can make it to work at 9. When i’m at work what do I do? Well, that changes from day to day but nothing too drastic where I would call it any thing more than the same thing that I do everyday. I leave around 5 once in a while at 5:30 if i’m feeling particularly productive and then I head off to class, come home masturbate go to bed and repeat the same thing in the morning.
Justin! you say! What about the weekends? Well, the weekends suck too! I know that every friday that I’m going to go to either the Nutty Irishman or The Dizzy Lizard get wasted, dance, drive home somehwat drunk and pass out in my bed alone.
Now I know I’m not the only person who has fallen into a groove in life and does the same thing week after week. But what is the point in all the shit I do? What do I accomplish at the end of the day that is life altering or will change the world? Fuck! Why would I even want to change the world? What would be the point to that?
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I love my weekends and i have a lot of fun at the clubs dancing with all the cute girls getting my dick rubbed etc. Why do i feel like there’s something missing? I feel like i’m misssing the point!
I started having these thoughts a couple of months ago when the weather was still nice. I was driving home from work on this particularly beautiful day and realized I couldn’t fully enjoy it! Sure I was able to appreciate its beauty and even revel in the nice temperature take a deep breath of the freah air. Is that really enjoying something beautiful? I digress, the point is that even with this beautiful day I felt cheated. I felt cheated because i was driving my car home for work. I felt cheated because my radio was intefering with the sound of silence. I felt cheated because of the paved road that is in front of me. I felt that technology was cheating me of what it is to be an animal! Shit I feel cheated right now because my cell phone is going off and won’t allow me to do deep into introspection.
What is wrong with classifying us as just animals? I mean when I tell people that we’re just animals and are motivated by what feels good I get weird responses. Maybe I’ve been trying to hard in life searching for a purpose. Making a meaning of something that has no meaning. I know that i’m a little crazy, shit I personally think I’m severly fucked up in the head and that no one will ever know what I am talking or rambling about. Kind of like this blog post. Will anyone understand a word of it? I mean, truly understand what i am trying to say. maybe, and i hope if you do understand that maybe you’ll leave me a comment and let me know.
3 Responses to “The purpose?”
By Mr. Anonymous on Dec 28, 2006
Hi Disillusioned Self,
Take a look at my blog at http://mranonymous-blog.blogspot.com.
Starting with the new year I will be posting articles on “What is the purpose of life as I see it?”
That may be a good starting point for you to ponder.
Thanks in advance
By Lise on Apr 9, 2007
Hey there. Finally someone who thinks like I do. I have thought about this since a very young age. I’ve tried to read the bible but find it hard to believe…I am torn in nearly everything. Who says we are here for a reason afterall ? Who says we’re not ? Most of the time my brain never stops thinking about ‘the purpose in life’, ‘what’s the point to anything’, etc. If you’d like to share more, please contact me. Cheerio.
By Anonymous on Dec 6, 2007
I think the main point of life is to love someone or more than one person, and with that your disaffection and discontent diminishes, so everybody is spending time either looking for someone or with someone they have found. After that there may be something left over, in some people there is maybe more left over, or in people who don’t have as much love there is more left over, which i would call creative energy. People’s capacity to create is dictated by all kinds of circumstances but essentially I think you create where you do not love or cannot love. I suppose it might be characteristic of religion or religiousness to say love conquers all or of the artist to say art is everything but it seems love alone without art is not enough and art without love is not enough.They feed each other, lack of love prompts art but so does love. Abundance of art prompts strange feeling of love (the aesthetic reaction to art). Also poverty of art suggests poverty of love, so that if you are really depressed you create nothing because you are not loved sufficiently.
But neither love or art are simple, or religion, which might be the love that has no object. It is hard to live in a culture with no religion and western society seems to go through a thousand alternatives none of them adequate