Your sense of purpose?
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Now I'll slip mine in here...
I can't help but feel as though there is a purpose for all of this. Although I don't think I'll ever fully understand it, I feel it is related to good feels. That genuine feeling when you've helped someone on there way (1 fish feeds someone for a day, the skill of fishing feeds them for life) as opposed to just fulfilling some karnal lust/desire.
I've lost most motivation for anything related to society...think society is the right word to use (from fitting in to saving the world) and feel that it isn't a big deal if all of this bloats to the point of swallowing itself) That said I believe that the chance that life is just a stop on the way as opposed to just being void is enough reason to take what life throws at me. It's more of just putting up with the current landscape while I work it out.
I feel as though there is something to be learned and appreciated by everything, whether that's solving world hunger, dying in a catastrophe or visiting room 101. It's just a matter of adjusting to that awareness.
Otherwise I'm not in the place were I can accept everything and not in the position were I feel it needs to be changed if that makes sense.
I can't help but feel as though there is a purpose for all of this. Although I don't think I'll ever fully understand it, I feel it is related to good feels. That genuine feeling when you've helped someone on there way (1 fish feeds someone for a day, the skill of fishing feeds them for life) as opposed to just fulfilling some karnal lust/desire.
I've lost most motivation for anything related to society...think society is the right word to use (from fitting in to saving the world) and feel that it isn't a big deal if all of this bloats to the point of swallowing itself) That said I believe that the chance that life is just a stop on the way as opposed to just being void is enough reason to take what life throws at me. It's more of just putting up with the current landscape while I work it out.
I feel as though there is something to be learned and appreciated by everything, whether that's solving world hunger, dying in a catastrophe or visiting room 101. It's just a matter of adjusting to that awareness.
Otherwise I'm not in the place were I can accept everything and not in the position were I feel it needs to be changed if that makes sense.
Finishing my studies.
Getting a job.
Reaching a level of economic stability where I don't have to constantly worry about every single purchase I make.
My tons of miniatures waiting to be painted.
The wish that I'll sometimes have the time and inspiration to write down more stories from the ideas I have.
All my games on Steam that I haven't played for a single second.
The desire to someday see a new Hayao Miyazaki emerge and spread wonder across the world (Fingers crossed for you, Mamoru Hosoda).
Learning to play then piano better.
And maybe, stopping the next Hitler someday by *****-slapping his ass across the room.
Getting a job.
Reaching a level of economic stability where I don't have to constantly worry about every single purchase I make.
My tons of miniatures waiting to be painted.
The wish that I'll sometimes have the time and inspiration to write down more stories from the ideas I have.
All my games on Steam that I haven't played for a single second.
The desire to someday see a new Hayao Miyazaki emerge and spread wonder across the world (Fingers crossed for you, Mamoru Hosoda).
Learning to play then piano better.
And maybe, stopping the next Hitler someday by *****-slapping his ass across the room.
I'm mostly just here to do what I can.
What motivates me right now is channeling all the sith like rage my ex has just left me with into excercise, getting a new place and getting fired from my pathetic dead-end job.
I'll see what the new year brings me....
What motivates me right now is channeling all the sith like rage my ex has just left me with into excercise, getting a new place and getting fired from my pathetic dead-end job.
I'll see what the new year brings me....
Because deep down, in my heart of hearts...
...I still believe I'm here to save the world.
I just have to wait for an apocalyptic disaster that can only be overcome with procrastination and nerd trivia.
...I still believe I'm here to save the world.
I just have to wait for an apocalyptic disaster that can only be overcome with procrastination and nerd trivia.
To leave the world better then I found it. To do something that can make life better for others, even if its only in a small way, or for a few people. If everyone had that purpose the world would be a better place.
I no longer believe that I can make a difference, nor do I care if I will be remembered after I die. I want to enjoy life, and I want knowledge. And if in pursuing these goals I can help others achieve them as well, then all the better.
Enjoyment for me often comes in the form of laughter or mindless entertainment, and that is good in its own regard. I can play games, either with myself or a friend, and I can enjoy life for a while.
Knowledge is also its own reward, I think. And by knowledge, I don't just mean facts that are memorized, but also understanding. Complete understanding of anything is impossible, but I don't see that as a reason to not try for it. I have spent countless hours over many months simply contemplating abstract ideas such as infinity, nothingness, and existence. I also will take every opportunity I can to better understand science. I want to know how everything works.
I also want to understand myself. My emotions, my mind. Also those of others. I look at and listen to art not for fun, but because I want to understand what the artist wanted to feel, wanted to think. I've found that music can make me feel emotions that are not mine, stories can let me live minds that are not mine, and poetry can make me know thoughts that are not mine. And to try and understand myself, I try to create art of my own.
I won't claim that I know better than anyone else, pursuit of knowledge is just what keeps me going. I don't even know why. Even setting a goal seems impossible when I think of how insignificant my life is on the scale of the universe. I guess knowledge is as good a goal as any.
Enjoyment for me often comes in the form of laughter or mindless entertainment, and that is good in its own regard. I can play games, either with myself or a friend, and I can enjoy life for a while.
Knowledge is also its own reward, I think. And by knowledge, I don't just mean facts that are memorized, but also understanding. Complete understanding of anything is impossible, but I don't see that as a reason to not try for it. I have spent countless hours over many months simply contemplating abstract ideas such as infinity, nothingness, and existence. I also will take every opportunity I can to better understand science. I want to know how everything works.
I also want to understand myself. My emotions, my mind. Also those of others. I look at and listen to art not for fun, but because I want to understand what the artist wanted to feel, wanted to think. I've found that music can make me feel emotions that are not mine, stories can let me live minds that are not mine, and poetry can make me know thoughts that are not mine. And to try and understand myself, I try to create art of my own.
I won't claim that I know better than anyone else, pursuit of knowledge is just what keeps me going. I don't even know why. Even setting a goal seems impossible when I think of how insignificant my life is on the scale of the universe. I guess knowledge is as good a goal as any.
It might be bleak, needlessly so, but I go by the phrase "Everybody's working for the weekend."
Unless I can find some talent that will lead to work that I truly enjoy doing I will try to work as little as possible, counting minutes, so I can get to my free time faster. That's work as I know it, counting minutes. Everyone working to merely to survive would rather be somewhere else, but they have no choice.
Why not work hard now, to enjoy retirement, you might ask? You probably already know the answer, when we stop working, it's only when we're not useful anymore. And when we're not useful, we can't enjoy our savings to their fullest, because life has passed us by, by then, and we're just watching it outrun us, vaguely trying to keep up (old people and new technology...) until eventually, we drop.
The things I say at half six in the morning, eh? What talent would I like to gain? Art and animation seem like good things to get into, I'm probably more of a writer, but I feel that's the best, most accurate way I can express my ideas, and nothing's more depressing that never having been able to express myself.
That's a better one, I want time to express myself.
Unless I can find some talent that will lead to work that I truly enjoy doing I will try to work as little as possible, counting minutes, so I can get to my free time faster. That's work as I know it, counting minutes. Everyone working to merely to survive would rather be somewhere else, but they have no choice.
Why not work hard now, to enjoy retirement, you might ask? You probably already know the answer, when we stop working, it's only when we're not useful anymore. And when we're not useful, we can't enjoy our savings to their fullest, because life has passed us by, by then, and we're just watching it outrun us, vaguely trying to keep up (old people and new technology...) until eventually, we drop.
The things I say at half six in the morning, eh? What talent would I like to gain? Art and animation seem like good things to get into, I'm probably more of a writer, but I feel that's the best, most accurate way I can express my ideas, and nothing's more depressing that never having been able to express myself.
That's a better one, I want time to express myself.
I don't really have any sense of purpose. I like playing games, I like my job and I like life in general so that keeps me going.
What motivates me to be? Survival instinct and my attachment to a few people. My family and friends are pretty much all that stand between me and full-on nihilism.
I have the habit of picking apart ordered systems an highlighting their flaws... so no bureaucracy is good enough to run, no system involving more than a thousand people has ever been or will ever be worth keeping around as anything other than a lesser evil to its alternatives.
So is it any wonder I spend so much time on a site dedicated to digital escapism?
I also enjoy some bits of physical escapism, but that comes with the risk of dealing with other people's emotional baggage (not to mention infections)... so I partake in that only occasionally and with (some say excessive) caution.
I have the habit of picking apart ordered systems an highlighting their flaws... so no bureaucracy is good enough to run, no system involving more than a thousand people has ever been or will ever be worth keeping around as anything other than a lesser evil to its alternatives.
So is it any wonder I spend so much time on a site dedicated to digital escapism?
I also enjoy some bits of physical escapism, but that comes with the risk of dealing with other people's emotional baggage (not to mention infections)... so I partake in that only occasionally and with (some say excessive) caution.
I suppose my purpose is just to be a good person, I'm thinking about going into medicinal studies sometime in the future so maybe I'm a bit of a wide eyed idealist. Still the prospect of helping people as a profession does appeal to me.
So yeah I guess I'd like my purpose to be helping others.
So yeah I guess I'd like my purpose to be helping others.
I am a cynic. I feel sad that I belong to a race that has bullied, belittled, and attacked mercilessely. And I am sad that I belong to a gender that has done the same. Perhaps I'm just sad about my very human nature.
So, do I live with purpose? No. I'm just another parasite who is trying to overcome their simplistic nature, and find a way to die in a way that won't have snide cunts laughing at your fat high school pictures on the internet.
So, do I live with purpose? No. I'm just another parasite who is trying to overcome their simplistic nature, and find a way to die in a way that won't have snide cunts laughing at your fat high school pictures on the internet.
It's hard for me to look at humanity and not see a species of countless minds, both of great horror and great beauty, that have formed and perished, with their individual accomplishments remembered as little more than footnotes in some obscure book that no one's ever read, essentially forgotten by the collective.
However, there have always been, and indeed there will continue to be, a small, small minority of people whose actions changed the world, for better and for worse. These people were deformities, they were an unlikely result of chance, born into a world of stagnation, a world populated by conformists seeking to maintain the standard, unaware of those who set it. These deformities saw the order of things, realized how broken it all was, and spent good portions of their existence trying to fix it, only to have their work abruptly cut off so that another deformity can come along and either continue their work, or tear more of it down.
I know I'll be told that my goal is unrealistic, or selfish, or that I'll just end up being disappointed with myself, but if I can, I want to be the deformity that tried to fix things, I want humanity to immortalize me in history, even if I won't be alive to see it. I know the variables aren't working in my favor, but I would much prefer that I tried and failed, rather than just rotting in apathy and being forgotten.
However, there have always been, and indeed there will continue to be, a small, small minority of people whose actions changed the world, for better and for worse. These people were deformities, they were an unlikely result of chance, born into a world of stagnation, a world populated by conformists seeking to maintain the standard, unaware of those who set it. These deformities saw the order of things, realized how broken it all was, and spent good portions of their existence trying to fix it, only to have their work abruptly cut off so that another deformity can come along and either continue their work, or tear more of it down.
I know I'll be told that my goal is unrealistic, or selfish, or that I'll just end up being disappointed with myself, but if I can, I want to be the deformity that tried to fix things, I want humanity to immortalize me in history, even if I won't be alive to see it. I know the variables aren't working in my favor, but I would much prefer that I tried and failed, rather than just rotting in apathy and being forgotten.
