This topic is one of my favorites. The question “What’s the meaning of life?” has so much philosophical potential and leaves room for interpretation. However, I don’t think there is a general answer to it. Every one of us has to find an answer for themselves. In my case, I have found two answers I can live with. The ideas behind them are essentially the same.
Life’s about experiencing moments of such happiness that you would not care in the least if you died right then and there.
Life’s about living in a way that when you’re lying on your death-bed, you don’t regret anything.
Now, with the first one I mean that we should live our lives to the fullest.
“Don’t chase your luck but seize every opportunity you get.”
That’s basically the philosophy behind it. So spend as much time with the people you love, be open for new experiences and don’t be scared of adventures. Everything that brings you happiness and positivity in even the tiniest way is a thing you should try to do/achieve.
My second answer is pretty straightforward, though not easy. In the moment of making a decision, you can’t possibly know if you’re going to regret it one day. Furthermore, the mentioned “death-bed” is not to be taken literally. I mean, life is basically our death-bed. Every one of us could die any minute. So we should try to make decisions based on our instincts. Don’t listen to your mind or your heart, just do what feels right in the exact moment you’re making a decision. Because after it is made, you won’t have any chance to change it.
You’ve probably noticed that in both of my answers, death is a part of my meaning of life. The reason for that is simple: There is only one thing that’s for certain in this world and it’s that we’re all going to die. Only the times and circumstances may differ. Life and death are inevitably linked, so when we discuss the “meaning of life”, we should always be thinking of death at the same time.
So much for another very short post. Feel free to comment your possible answers, I’d really appreciate other viewpoints.
Seriously, what the fuck is love? Is it just a feeling, an emotion, a chemical process? I don’t know. I can’t say with certainty that I’ve ever really been in love. Sure, I’ve felt the butterflies in my stomach but I don’t think that’s it. I like to believe that there’s more to love than that. That a relationship isn’t built on love but rather on trust. In my opinion, love at first sight doesn’t exist. I believe that love comes with time and if it doesn’t, well, then the relationship is probably not really going anywhere.
I also don’t believe that love is a good thing. Don’t get me wrong, I know that liking someone feels great. However, that’s only the case if the other person likes you back. And that’s why I think love is evil. It’s a really fragile thing and only works if two people feel it for one another. And even then it can fall apart so easily.
Maybe it can be compared to a disease. Let’s take one where you suffer from a fever. The whole good part would then be a fever dream in which you don’t realize that you’re sick. But then the breakup comes, or, in other words, the fever sinks. You’re rendered a worn out, miserable piece of shit, drowning in sadness and self-pity. Only then you realize that you’re sick. So you start to look for remedies. Alcohol, for example. Only the remedies don’t really cure your disease. They help you push the sickness to the back of your mind. But in the morning you wake up and just feel worse than before. The pain comes back. You’re still tired, still sick. The only real cure is time.
Or maybe a different approach: Love is an addiction. Once you’re in love, you can’t live without it. And if it gets taken away from you, you show signs of deprivation. Again, time is the cure. You have to starve your feelings. For a long time, your life depended on a drug that you now have zero access to. So what the fuck else are you going to do than sit it out and suffer?
I don’t mean to say that we shoud just try to never fall in love. I’m saying that this picture of romantic relationships is made out of very, very fragile glass.
You probably may not agree with me, especially since I said that I’ve never really been in love. But I’ve had relationships. And I know what a breakup feels like.
Anyway, feel free to tell me your opinion on this topic.