Henbane wrote:
This might be too philosophical for Random. But if it was in PPR it would get bogged down in all kinds of daftness.
My question is, what is the point of life? As in, what do you think are the important aspects of being alive?
At the end of your life, will you look back and say, I'm so glad I focussed on that, or achieved that, or experienced that.
Or conversely, I'm so glad I avoided that, or didn't do that, or didn't get swept up by that.
This could relate to interests, career, sport, music, art, other people, children, family and so on. Whatever you think is important to you in your life.
For me. The point of life is to appreciate the beauty around us. To feel sensations and experience the natural world. To encounter humans and other animals and learn something from them, to maybe experience love or friendship. To listen to other people, and to listen to oneself, and try to understand something from that. To see the creations of other people, be that art or poetry or literature or music or simply their words in their day to day speech, and acknowledge them. To be a part of nature and creation (in the loosest sense of the word) and try to break down the boundaries that the mind and physical body place on us, that seperate us from other life.
Sorry if that's a bit wordy. Yours doesn't need to be so wordy (or it could be more). I'm just interested in what is important to you.
I really like this question because I can relate on all levels.
Let me tell you, like many others here, I have been suicidal before.
It was awful.
Then I joined an art class, and was good at something.
I listened to music aslo.
Those were my 2 releases.
In 7th grade, the year I was diagnosed with HFA, my only purpose to living was to make good pictures and drawings because that was my only usefulness in the world.
Then I started really getting into my religion, school, hobbies, and etc.
Now I have nothing aside from running (and this).
Because school has ended, and I am not a leader at church (for my group, because I'm not in a definite group at the moment) and I don't consistently do hobbies.
However, I'm not suicidal.
Here's why:
I want to live.
I want to live for me.
Yup, I'm that selfish.
See, I have always hated myself, always found something wrong with myself.
But then I got tired of that, and decided to focus on the good things.
And I really started to like myself...even if I couldn't trust another soul in the world (which at times it feels that way) I can always rely on myself.
So my purpose of living (one of them) is to stay for me, and create a better me...always improving.
The 2nd reason is because I have a purpose in life, not just for myself.
In my church, we get patriarchal blessings that tell us what may happen in our life.
Please don't make fun of it, but it has told me some things I will do(I won't get into details, it is sacred).
I want to stick around for those things.
Tying into that, I've almost died MANY times.
I'm kinda a danger-junkie, and it shows.
I've almost been run over (stepped on the sidewalk, and a car went by at 60/70 mph was the scariest time) many times.
I fell off a 20/25 foot cliff.
I almost fell off a 100 foot cliff.
I've almost drowned.
I've been in a riptide.
I've almost died many times.
There has to be a reason why I am here.
If I was supposed to be gone, there were many opportunities to rid me.
I have a purpose.
Finally, as I already sorta mentioned, I want to improve myself.
Not just for me though, I want to contribute to society.
I want the world to grow in happiness.
I want to help.
These are my points in life.