Why do we live, what perpose does it serve? If we didn't live I think it would be no different. I want your opinion on why you think we live and what perpose it serves.

Seems more suited for 'My God.' There should maybe be a philosophy forum, it's a pretty philosophical question. It really depends on you're beliefs, so it's hard to answer.

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[This message has been edited by Bastard Of The Barrel (edited 02-17-2005).]

the meaning of life is quite obvious , it is to be . Its just because of the consumer culture has bred us to think that we always have to be working towards something like when we're in school we're waiting for graduation and then when we're working we're working towards retirement and when we're retired we're working towards death (be it conciously or unconciously) .

We live because people give us the opportunity and we choose to continue it instinctively. Purpose... you choose your purpose.

Mere musings, good question. Question people's answers. SG/CP.

Not everything has to have a purpose.

quote:Originally posted by Bastard Of The Barrel:

Seems more suited for 'My God.

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I tend to agree. So I'm sending it there.

I decided a long time ago that the purpose of life was to wonder what the purpose of life is.

Cheers,

Lost

quote:Originally posted by LostCause:

I decided a long time ago that the purpose of life was to wonder what the purpose of life is.

Cheers,

Lost

it's a never ending loop!

Except the answer obviously lies in death. Not that the answer is death.

Cheers,

Lost

These are not my words or my beliefs, but they might answer your question.

“The point of life?

That's easy...

There's nothing to look forward to but years of disappointment, pain, heartache, despair and mindlessly slaving away as a mere pitiful cog in a machine designed to fulfill someone else’s agenda.

One third of your life spent sleeping, another third spent in a pecuniary rat race and all of it an oppressive manqué that is the embodiment of total futility.

Even though you are not worth loving, and are so eaten up by the caustic forces of life that you're incapable of truly loving anyone else - you'll find yourself beguiled by primitive hormonal impulses that lead you to marry someone who will despise you within a decade and together you make some ugly unimportant stupid whining little babies that will be every bit as much of a disappointment to you as you are to YOUR parents.

Arthritis, cancer, heart disease, impotency, lung disease, liver failure, gout, psoriasis, incontinence, depression, despair, aphasia losing your eyesight and hearing till finally senility makes you lose all cognitive control of your mind..

..but not your regrets.

No, not them...

Your regrets you keep with perfect crystal clarity until finally - after more heartache and pain than you can possibly yet imagine - death will take you and make you shit yourself in front of anyone left who might still harbor any feeling at all for your useless hulk of a life.

That's all there is.

Everything else is just part of the big lie.

Things don't get better.

Everyone you love will cause you pain.

All you aspire to will be denied.

Anything you accomplish will eventually fall into ruin.

All you are will be forgotten.

It all deteriorates and keeps getting worse as you sink ever deeper into an entropic quagmire from which only one possible escape is ever allowed.

The very best you can possibly hope for is that you get acclimated to all the bullshit just enough to keep on going through the mundane mediocrity that is your life without succumbing to opening up your wrists before the end of the ride.” Mizled.

(Those who see the finer things in life are the happiest.)

“In some ways perhaps, but conversely; that which is unseen is never coveted.

Acknowledgment of the finer things in life is, in some ways, a sort of surrendering to the desire to have that which is unobtainable - a first tentative step towards material discontent and spiritual longing.

Ignorance is said to be bliss, and the underlying truth of that dictum may be that the expectation of real happiness is the causitive agent of human discontent.” Mizled

“The point of life is to shamble through the shit and find the spots that don't seem quite so shitty to you.

Some people take comfort in believing in a happier afterlife, so that's always an option if you're gullible or easily self deluded.

Hedonistic excess and narcissistic debauchery is another viable option and a rather fun one at that...

Defining yourself by your social standing, your family or your job is still yet another avenue you can explore in your quest to assign validity and purpose to your life.

Whatever works for you.

There's no 'ONE' right answer, life's what happens to you while your busy making plans.

The 'Zero' option (the true answer that zero people are willing to accept) is accepting that life really has no point and that all attempts to attribute a point to life or a reason for it all is merely human vanity and the human egos attempt to validate it's own existence.” Mizled