Besides 42, of course.
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.
there isn’t some grade arching meaning or purpose in life.
there is just shit that you do. or don’t do.
way too many people are hyper focused on intent and day-dreaming, not enough on actual action.
I don’t have a meaning currently. The meaning that I was created for stopped being a thing since I was 3.
Ok I’ll guess: you’re a let’s “save” our relationship by having a baby, baby?
Close enough. Which is why I think having a “purpose” is bullshit.
Meaning ≠ purpose.
To crush my enemies. See them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women.
It’s probably pointless and arbitrary.
I’ll just enjoy the time I’m given.
This basically what I think too. I will add that I make sure other people (current and future) can enjoy it as much as possible too, so that means I will avoid anything needlessly destructive even if it is enjoyable
I don’t find much joy in destroying in the first place. But then I guess you destroy a tree to create a chair, and creating is fun.
I’m on this boat too. Absurdism for the win IMO.
Yep I don’t have any answer and making one up seems hollow.
Me personally? To enjoy it. What that means changes as I age, but I get immense pleasure from my relationships (I love hanging out with friends and family), I get a lot of satisfaction from helping others, and making people laugh. I’ve got some hobbies as well, and I like to travel to new places when I can. I try my best to keep my actions aligned with my principles, which leaves me with a generally clear conscience and positive self-image. I could never possibly have all the experiences that might interest me, so I cross my fingers for reincarnation, but otherwise feel I could die without much regret.
To live a life full of meaning.
Aka basements, drugs, gaming, asian food, and tons of easy to find gay sex.
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.
I mean, it’s kind of always/only as deep as we choose to make it, right?
That could be the meaning of life to me, but in truth I just don’t see the world in a way that allows such a definite and easy framing. Meaning changes depending on context. What means to me today may mean nothing much tomorrow and, whether every individual realizes it or not, this is universally true. The question is a mess of a philosophical endeavor, and the more you take it apart and break its pieces down, the more ineffable and illusory the concept becomes. An often useful and positive illusion tbc, but not necessarily so as it can easily swing the other way, too.
So my point in not answering your question was to sort of nudge others to challenge their own relationship with the idea of meaning because…well because I think that is simply a meaningful endeavor.
In the spirit of being slightly less difficult than my mind often would like; I will say that I find a lot of meaningful purpose in getting others to see things from different perspectives. Reminding the world that, while boxes and labels do exist and do broadly serve their purpose, they also do not necessarily always do the job we often hope of them. I can’t honestly say I believe there is a definite and true meaning to my life or any other, but there is still much we can do that is meaningful and worth doing. So, there. Seems to be as close as I can manage to giving you a straight answer today lol
Out of Spite.
To be the anomoly of the world.
As a “fuck you” to the Communist Party of China who didn’t want me to be born for being the 2nd child.
As a “fuck you” to white supremacists and other political/reglious extremists that want me dead.
To make sure my abusive older brother doesn’t get the gratification of me being dead. To call dibs on my parents assets when they die, to make sure he doesn’t get my share.
To enjoy Movies, TV, Anime, read books, play videos games.
To explore the world one day.
To publish a book one day that people would want to read.
To form true friendships, real friendships.
And hopefully, when I find the financial stability and I win against depression, I kinda wanna start a family, to raise children that will grow up experiencing only happiness, and never ever ever have to experience the abuse I had when I was growing up, to bring more happiness into the world and thus making the world less sad.
Damn reading your message made me want to take revenge and I wasn’t even wronged that much
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.
As inspired by Francis Bacon
Have as much fun today, without ruining tomorrow.
@canofcam@lemmy.world
Death. I mean, literally or, to be more precise, cosmically literally.See, every living being relies on the death of other living beings in order to continue alive. Similarly, death relies on living beings (a dead being can’t die again). I coined a Latin phrase that is quite similar to the Hermetic principle “as above so below”: “Vita mortem manducat, Mors manducat vitam” (life devours death, Death devours life).
Death is the only certainty, the only truth, still living beings are wired to fear and avoid it (pointlessly, as there’s not much left to do when the organs of a living being stop working altogether due to inexorable consequences of aging).
So, no matter how strange it may sound, the purpose of life is Death, literally. The true Mother Goddess.
With this perspective, is death really a ‘meaning’ to life, or is it rather a ‘fuel’ for more life?
If it’s the latter, then that implies there is another meaning to life. There is a circle which keeps the wheel of life spinning - but where is the wheel going, and why?
The ultimate death of everything, perhaps, in which case I suppose you are correct.
@canofcam@lemmy.world
To me, it’s more of the former. It’s fuel only in the eyes of materialistic pursuit, which is a subset of survival instinct. When one let go from the mundane, when one wakes up to the fact that we’re taking nothing with us after we cease existing, when one wakes up to the fact that what we call as “we” or “me” are illusions of a emergent property from principles of physics (sentience from a dynamic system of electric signals flowing through a self-organizing structure “living being”), then if gets easier to see death (and Death, the noumenon, which I symbolically see as “Death Herself” as in Morana, for example) as meaning rather than “fuel”.As for where is the cosmic wheel going, IMHO the answer is likely: to itself. Order emerged from chaos (Ordo Ab Chao) and chaos emerge from order (Chao Ab Ordine) and the cosmic cycle goes on indefinitely. Life, and by extension humans, are just a tiny part of the order which emerged from primordial chaos (Science calls it Big Bang, Sumerians called Her Tiamat) that’s going to return to the same chaos (the inexorable “falling” towards maximum state of entropy).
This reminds me of my take a bit. The meaning of life is “Living to die”, meaning you live life to choose how you die. It’s more symbolic way of living more than anything else, because many things do factor into your death.
based take
I’d say that improving as a person and leaving the world slightly better as you found it. I guess that’s not meaning per-se but rather a principle to try and live up to.
