ProbablyOverthinkingThisUsername wrote:
I had a thought yesterday tangentially related to this: If life has a purpose, then to understand that purpose would be to diminish or destroy that purpose. I mean just thinking about it, I cannot conceive of any one answer to the question of the meaning of life that does not leave me wanting for more somehow.
But, if life never existed, there would be no joy or wonder either.
I want to feed that tangent: I've come to the conclusion that life "means" whatever an individual wants it to mean. I am sometimes perplexed by some people's sweaty pursuit of "the meaning of life" because I'm inherently satisfied with the various points of view that suggest that the purpose of life is, basically, to live it, and live it well (though people will argue about the definition of "well" forever). I don't disagree at all with appreciating something greater than oneself, or believe that any individual should follow their every whim, and I don't see a problem with pondering the meaning of life to some degree, but when I see people dismayed and struggling desperately to find a satisfying answer, I wish I could ease that suffering.
I don't see any benefit in wallowing in the mud if you don't want to, and I know it's not always as easy as it might sound (yes, I've suffered with clinical depression, and I know people who apparently get a real kick out of being miserable), but if a person is able to get out of an unpleasant state in a healthy, responsible manner, they shouldn't let anything hold them back from it. Let the Bible-thumpers cherish their Original Sin mindset if they wish, but don't embrace the Hell they hold so dear.