Because if there is no greater meaning to everything, if our very existance is a short spike of randomness in an universe where everything must come to an end and nothing lasts forever, then that means that we have no greater meaning to pursuit in life other than that what we choose to pursuit. And while this may at first seem very decouraging, there lies beauty in senselessness and the randomness of life. That it will all end, that end is unavoidable, that there is no higher power or afterlife to reward us for what we have done in our lifetime. So resenting these ideas is hard for us, especially wince we have been brought up with them.īut I think that happyness lies in acceptance of the fact that there is no greater purpose. The idea of having a protective good we can relate to in desperate times is extremly comforting. The idea of being chosen by a higher power is extremly uplifting. The idea of being meant for some greater purpose is extremly encouraging. In conclusion, we create the idea of a meaning of life.Īnd that thought stuck with us. We create the idea of having a greater purpose, a greater task, something else than sheer survival and procreation. We create the idea of being chosen by a god or gods. And with it, we create the idea of an afterlife. In our search for a meaning we create our own meanings. Why we live in the first place if it all has an end. But rather than questioning it's conclusion, it tries to combine the two. That is in great contrast to what our mind has concluded. That there will be no end.īut everywhere we look, we see death. So, we conclude that that simply cannot be the case. They are not capable to envision their own non-existance. There will be nothing, because you yourself won't be. I can assure you, you do not see what will actually be the case: Your own non existance. What do you see? Black, maybe? Darkness? Or maybe you see your funeral? Your beloved, grieving at your coffin? Okay, here is how I see the matter of life, and the sense of life. If all there is is a meaningless journey, I'm not interested who wants to walk a thousand miles just for the sake of walking them? I want there to be a meaning to our lives, but I've failed to find it so far. If neither seems attractive to you, what do you think? Now, wouldn't it be wiser to accept that there truly is no end as in an ultimate goal (not as in death) to the journey? Iovara says herself we find ourselves through the journey, so isn't the journey and its self-finding itself the sense of the journey? If that is so, then the journey does not only not need a end (/goal), it actually should lead into another journey, so we can further discover ourselves rather than put an end to that process? Because, in the end, self-finding is not a sudden realisation but a slow and constant process.īut I'd love to hear different opinions. She implies that an endless journey where one question only leads to another one is a senseless one, and thus we need an end that is a goal we can reach, a sense to the journey to say so. Now, later she says the journey must lead to something, an ultimate end. Let's not discuss that (although we could), we'll take it as given. Iovara implies that we find ourselves through journey. I really which I had the option to say something like "the rest is finding out that there is no point to the journey in the first place". I am always unhappy that I can not respond to this. But if one journey leads only to the next, then where might find rest?" "A question is a journey and a journey is what makes us who we are, it's true.
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