Jump to content
  • entries
    127
  • comments
    666
  • views
    51,519

The point


Camy

400 views

The point. Of life. Is there one? :stare:

I'd like to think there is. I'd like to think that it's not all for naught ... but I wonder.

The years roll by and I find myself getting more and more jaded. More and more meh. That's not to say that I'm giving it all up to join a hermitage. I know what I want to do, and I know that I can do what I want to do ... but the shear amount of effort required sometimes seems pointless .... I wish I didn't ponder. I wish I could slob out in front of the tube and 'hey presto' some poor bastard would eventually arrive and shovel me into a re-cycling bin.

Ho hum.

Maybe not.

... more coffee .... :shock:

7 Comments


Recommended Comments

More coffee. That's the answer to every imponderable question.When you get to feeling there's no point to life, you're depressed. Never make a major or irreversible decision when you're depressed.Camy, you're a creative dynamo and this puts you in a privileged position - when you begin to feel that life is pointless, you can just sit down and write another of your soaring masterpieces. And it will touch the lives of countless other people, and will exist in its own right forever. Not everyone can do that - think of the salesman whose life's work is wholly ephemeral, for instance. Willy Loman from Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller. There's a lot of other 'points' to your life too - the love you share with your loved ones, the friendship you share with your friends, the happiness you bring to other peoples' lives. But your writing - prose, poetry, musical, is a gift that gives your life extra meaning that others can only dream of.This is getting so sugary I'm making myself sick so I'll shut up now. Just remember we love you okay???Bruin

Link to comment

Sugary? Perhaps that's why I have such a sweet tooth. Thanks, guys. I do know that I'm loved and have good friends, but sometimes - in those reflective moments we all have - it isn't enough. This sentience we possess has to be for a purpose, doesn't it? Or are we here as a amusement for 'something'.Admittedly, this isn't very unique thought, and goodness knows I don't presume to be a philosopher ... but I ponder.Shakespeare said it well:To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19?28'Signifying nothing': that's the phrase that miffs. 'Idiot' I can cope with.*sighs*Onwards and upwards.

Link to comment

"We can discover this meaning in life in three different ways: (1) by creating a work or doing a deed; (2) by experiencing a something or encountering someone; and (3) by the attitude we take toward unavoidable suffering."-Viktor Frankl, from "Man's Search for Meaning""Here's to our lives being meaningless! And how beautiful it is, because freedom doesn't have a purpose."-Johnny Hobo and the Freight TrainsAny way it comes.

Link to comment

Yes I read Viktor Frankl's book, most stimulating. I came to the conclusion that it was possible to find a situation where the meaning of life was to give life a meaning. However it still does not satisfy the urge to know why.Meaning and means are different.For that I think Zorba the Greek is closest when he says, "To live, is to take off your belt, undo your trousers and look for trouble." :wav:

Link to comment
Shakespeare said it well:To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19?28
Yeah, but by this time in the play he's allowed initially his wife and then his ambition to turn him into a monster. It's not Shakespeare's view of life, it's Macbeth's. A sort of Shakespeare turned to the Dark Side. Life 'signifies nothing' for him because he has by now driven a coach and horses through the moral principles that he once upheld and which gave his life meaning. He's murdered for his own advancement and at his wife's instigation. The moral of the story is: never do anything your wife tells you to. It's served me very well for years....And the moral for emus is: Establish your own moral principles and then stand by them and you will be a force for good in this piebald world!HugsBruin
Link to comment

I don't think that we are meant to know the point of life. It's kind of part of the whole thing. We just keep searching. Or perhaps we think we know what it is and rely on that to make ourselves content. But really, it isn't for us to comprehend. Like, it's too much.Personally, I continue to contemplate it, but feel resigned in not really knowing.Perhaps just my religious viewpoint.

Link to comment
Guest
Add a comment...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

Loading...
×
×
  • Create New...