Besides 42, of course.
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.
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
To crush my enemies. See them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women.
Have as much fun today, without ruining tomorrow.
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.
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.
Life is meaningless but not without purpouse
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.
To bear witness and contort.
“Is this the reason why I was put in this desolate place? To find that happiness isn’t a place or thing, but a person?”
It’s something I read a few weeks ago. For me it’s the people I love that keep me clinging to life. Making sure they’re alright and taken cared for.
I tend toward the point being the journey type of thing and closely related that you are what you do (ie you define yourself by your actions). I would add to this my current intrepretation of buddhism which is mostly about acceptance of the wysiwyg universe. Morally im an ethic of least harm type.
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.
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.
To live a life full of meaning.
Aka basements, drugs, gaming, asian food, and tons of easy to find gay sex.
None that I can think of which I think it’s fine. I try to just make the most out of my life doing stuff I want to do.
