Besides 42, of course.
Why does everyone insist life has to have meaning? We can just be here because here is where we happen to be. It’s allowed.
The meaning of life (to you) could be to: “Just be here because here is where we happen to be.”
It’s not that deep, really. Some people want to have an impact, others just want to chill. I’m just curious what people’s first response is to that question and so far I have seen lots of interesting comments.
It’s probably pointless and arbitrary.
I’ll just enjoy the time I’m given.
There isn’t one. It’s a sandbox so you define your own. My own is to make my corner of life a little nicer than before I was here.
Purpose: be the adult I wish I had/helping special needs individuals and families.
Meaning: None. If I didn’t have offspring I would die. And even that is less motivating than it used to be.
Toss me in with the “there isn’t one,” lot. You do or you don’t do, and the brain keeps thinking until it doesn’t. But I guess if I had to slap one on there, it’d be one of the most basic-level things that most all successful forms of life achieve: to propogate.
You exist because for hundreads of thousands of years things fucked, fucked, and fucked some more, until you got fucked into existance. Now go, continue the cycle, the fuckening must go on.
To crush my enemies. See them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women.
