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Originally Posted by NotMVH
When it comes down to it isn't this whole existance ridiculous? I love it.
All my motivation and ambitions are so self indulgent, petty and absurd. Even if I own the house, drive the car and enjoy the women and carve out my own little capitilistic corner of society it just lacks any purpose. I see life as being what you make of it but what more is their? It makes me laugh.
I know of no better alternative and even though I know my own defined purpose to simply exist and take for myself that which I enjoy, I can't help but feel this wash of emotion of how enjoyable but ridiculous it is.
My existance is now and every day filled with this enjoyable but meaning less task of eating, cleaning, sleeping, growing, sex, communicating.. it's all consumption, production and reflection. It feels great most days and some days it confusing and terrible.
How do you live? How do you feel about your ambitions? Does you existance have purpose to you? Does it need too?
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Some time ago I came to very similar conclusions. I found that doing anything is very much pointless, as any activity is nothing more then self-indulging at best.
Right now I want to make the best out of the time I have here - I read book I would never read, I work out, I learn to play new instruments. But the most important change is that I try to live for others. Now, as altruistic as it may sound, this doesn't mean that I'ma rag for everyone to push around. It simply means that whenever I can help someone out, I do.
Sure, in the end it's still self-indulging (come to think of it, any activity short of suicide is), but at least other people get to profit from it along with me.